JESUS PRAeFIGVRED OR A POËME OF THE HOLY NAME OF JESUS IN FIVE BOOKS  
THE FIRST, AND SECOND BOOK.  
Permissu Superiorum, 1623.   

TO THE HIGH AND MIGHTY PRINCE, CHARLES' PRINCE OF WALES, DUKE OF CORNWALL, EARL OF CHESTER, etc.  
Great CHARLES  

I Do not think the Verse I write,  
Worthy the honour of your Princely fight;  
(And should you read no lines, but worth your view,  
Men knew not what to dedicate to you)   

But having nothing else to show my zeal,  
With Widow, what I have, I freely deal: Marc. 12▪  
To give rich Donatives great Princes use,  
'tis also greatness badge not to refuse  
Small presents; else how should mean persons show  
That duty, which to Potentates they owe?  
To you my PRINCE I consecreate my book,  
Reward my Muse: with what? your gracious look.   

Vouchsafe to read our Poem, wherein all  
Is written without malice, without gall:  
We are not bitter at the Present time,  
Only we say Rebellion is a Crime.  
And ancient sectaries our verse doth strike,  
Who so shall do your Highness needs must like.   

And though we speak in rhyme, as Poets use,  
Yet sacred verity attends our Muse.  
Truth on our Poem waits: (an upright cause,  
To set it fourth needeth no lying clause:)  
In all our building there is not a stone,  
But we dare justify to be our own.  
Certes now we have perfited our frame,  
Casting reflections eye upon the same  
We doubt much whether we have any vain  
In Poetry, because we do not fain.  
Vouchsafe then Mighty CHARLES my Book to view  
Which is all Innocent, all smooth, all true.   
Your Highness' humble servant JOHN ABBOT.   

A LA SERENISSIMA SENORA DONA MARIA DE AUSTRIA INFANTE DE ESPAN̄A PRINCESA DE GALES.  
SEN̄ORA  
Hemos' edificado una Yglesia, y en sufrontispicio pusimos el augustissimo number de JESUS, saluador nuestro, que todos han de adorar: en el number de V. A. se hizo esta fabrica, pues por los beneficios y el respeto de V. A. hemos alcançado de nuestro Artaxerxes lafoy permission de boluer à ver la cara patria, paraque reparemos à Jerusalem, y restauremos los templos à V. A.  
Nuestro grande Assuero ofrece à V. A. susceptro de oro, como el ramo de olivo, que es 
Esth. 5.  symbolo de la paz, paraque V. A. qual otra Hester hermosissma convierta esta benignidad en la salved de sum pueblo, y assi buelua à florecer en Inglaterra la fè de nuestros mayores, la religion antigua, que es lo que V. A. desea y procura, paraque, segun esperamos, se buelua à recobrar por su dichoso casamiento lo que perdimos por las ilicitas bodas.  
Aun nos acordamos y gemimos por las miserias y trabajos que procedieron de aquel desastrado matrimonio entre Henrique el octavo y Ana Bolena; pero por V. A. se restauraràn nuestras perdidas y en lugar de la tristeza y llanto entrarà la alegria con el gozo, paraque quede V. A. aun aventajada à las antiguas Reynas, Theodolinda, Crotilda è Hingunde, à cuya piedad reconocieron los mayores bienes con la fè las valerosissimas naçiones de los Francos, Longobardos, y Godos.  
Dexemos' à exemplos y cosas tan remotas quando tenemos à tantos en la Imperial casa de Austria, en la real de Espana, en la de Baviera; llenos estan los libros, à cada passo se veen las memorias de las Isabelas, Maria's, Margaritas.  
Mucho deven, Senora, los Ingleses desterrados a la Mag. d de la Senora Reyna Donna Margarita de Austria vuestra madre, porque few mucha lafoy piedad con que mandò assistirles.  
A V. A. deura aun mucho mas todo el Reyno, y la nacion entera. Que ofreceremos de nuestra parte? como se declararà nuestro reconocimiento? poreste voto. Hermosos scene tus passos en tu calçado, o hija del Principe, y contu agrado y hermosura procedas y reynes felizmente; 
Cant. 7. Ps. 44. Ruth. 4.  en number del Senor te bendezimos y le rogamos que te haga como à Rachel y como à Lia, que edificaron la casa de Israel, paraque sea V. A. exemplo de virtud en Ephrata, y tenga un number celebre en Bet lehem.  
Assimismo dedico à nuestro Serenissimo Carlos, Principe y esperança de la Britannia, esta nuestra Yglesia, que con Moysen levantè en elmonte por el exemplo y la traça que se 
Exod. 25.  me ensenò.  
Recibid, Senora, este don, aunque pequen̄o que ofrezco à V. A. con miss humildes' deseos, paraque se sirua de recibirme tambien en suproteccion, y entre sus minimos criados.  
Nuestro senor guarde à V. A. como yo deseo y ha' menester lafoy Christiandad. Deste vento de S. juan Baptista de Anuers à 12. de Novembre 1623.   

THE preface.  

SOme will perchance object it is not fit  
That verses should by such as I be writ:  
I answer when the subject holy is  
Who ere make Verses shall not do amiss,  
That Volume which JOBS patience doth rehearse,  
For no small quantity doth speak in verse.  
Of other Scriptures is not a great part  
Composed according to Poetic Art?  
And if we to the after times descend,  
The sacred Catalogue shall never end.  
How many ancient Father's Hymns have writ,  
In one combining piety and wit   

They err who think a Poet hath no strain,  
Unless the subject of his Muse be vain.  
For why hath Pegasus his wings to fly?  
If he must still keep earth, ne'er mount on height.  
Is it not pity such a noble Horse  
In Boggs and dirty waie should spend his force,  
And managed by loose Venus wanton Son  
In paths of obscene love, his whole course run?  
Recall yourselves brave wits: such ways to pass,  
Better becomes an Apuleian Ass.  
And though the jades you ride on, do not tyre  
Yet do they want the true Poetike fire  
Fetched from that Mount where Virgins on a Hill  
Writ lofty Odes with a Parthenian quill.  
There, there take horse: Nor are you straightened when  
You make fair virtue object of your Pen.  
God, virtue, sins hate are a spacious field,  
And well-tild can abundant matter yield.  
Writ with a modest Pen such holy lays,  
That Phoebus may with overlasting bays  
Your tempells Crown: else know that chaster times,  
Shall sacrifice to Vulcan your loose rhymes   

And thou my Pegasus whom I shall use  
As palfrey in this progress of my Muse,  
Whilst of great JESUS name thy Lady sings,  
Mount up aloft use thy best pair of wings,  
When thou art forced to trampel here beneath,  
Be it a moment only to take breath,  
And in the waie play not the jade and tire,  
But as thy journey, so increase thy fire,    


A POËME, OF THE HOLY NAME OF JESUS. The first Book.  
THE ARGUMENT.  

We speak what Ground, Walls, Painter's work  
Roof, Pillars, Lamp, hath JESUS Kirke.   

GIVE me a Quill pulled from that Eagles wing, 
Ezech. 1. 10. 13. jon. 1.   
Who soaring in the bosom of his King,  
Saw those deep secrets, which his Books descry,  
And we admire, but cannot look so high.  
Oh give me such a Quill! and with the same  
I'll write what worth is in that glorious name,  
Which with the new year given the wounded Boy, 
Luc. 2.   
Did bless the following times, with hopeful joy  
Of a release from Sin, from Death, from Hell.  
(So many blessings in one JESUS devil.)   

Know Muse this Royal name is Oil shed,  
And o'er the universal world outspred. 
Cant. 1.   
Be Oil too, learn in a'sea to swim  
Above thyself; yea others, stretch each limb  
With courage out: this glorious titles praise,  
Like Oil above all other titles raise,  
Thy subject is a Sea: behold thyself  
In the vast Maine, no shallow fear, no shelf.   

He who made all, and means now all to save  
To show his meaning, will this JESUS have 
Lu. 2.   
For his own name, and thinks enough is done,  
To make the world reflect some newer Sun  
Warming our hemisphëre, and giving light,  
Shall drive away with grace's beams black night.  
Who ever had this name, and was not high?  
What JESUS ever was, and did not fly  
Above the common pitch of humane race?  
As if the name did bring a special grace:  
If we see JESUS forthwith we shall see  
Captived Man from servitude set free:  
Victorious Tribes triumphing over foes, 
Esd. 2. jos. 3.   
With equal lots, divide the lands of those  
Whom they have Conque'rd: hitherto hath stood  
Adjoining to this name a common good.   

In fairest offspring happy ancient Nun,  
Bring forth thy valiant and thrice worthy Son, 
jos. 1.   
(Our JESUS figure, honoured with his name,  
For JOSVAH and JESUS are the same.)  
Whose holy anger made Apollo stay,  
And bait his fiery horses in the waie; 
jos. 10.   
Who but a JESUS such an act hath done?  
Who but a JESUS could command the Sun?  
Who but our JESUS, only hath the grace?  
To make the Sun of justice, keep his place.  
That we not overtaken by dark night,  
Discern may, when, and where, our foes to smite?  
Who can the promised land out-deale to his?  
But JESUS to whom Earth and Heaven is  
By Father given; who but JESUS shall  
By stratagem surprise, and make to fall 
Mat. 28.   
Proud Hay, of present world the figure right?  
Which must be vanquished, not by force, but flight:  
JESUS shall teach his Army Hay to sack, 
jos. 8.   
By a strange stratagem of running back.  
When they lie hid within a Cloister brickwall,  
Then Hay by holy fire and sword shall fall.   

Shall I relate how jericho falls down,  
Whilst holy Israel about the town 
jos. 6.   
Goes in Procession: JESUS walks this round,  
And bids the Priests their brazen trumpets sound.  
I should dilate myself upon this feat,  
And largely explicate that power great,  
Which JESUS gives to Priest's absolving words 
Mat. 18.   
A greater force, then have spears, lances, swords.  
They can and do, with their sole voices sound, 
Io. 21.   
Cast battlements of jericho to ground.  
What are these walls, these battlements down cast,  
By sacred power of Priest's forgiving blast?  
The walls are sin, the bulwarks sin, sins guilt,  
Houses, whereof proud Hiericho is built.  
But houses, bulwarks, walls, yea the whole town,  
As Priests do blow their trumpets, are cast down.   

I should describe, cake how the sevenfold foe,  
By JESUS conquered, doth in myst'rie show,  
Our deadly enemies: in number seven,  
Which must be conquered, before we enter heaven:  
Those kept the Israelites from promised land,  
In our pretences these against us stand.  
What arts, what stratagems doth JESUS use?  
As he the warlike Chananites subdues?  
To fight against vice rooted in the heart,  
A special science is, a special art:  
Which JESUS doth, communicate to his,  
By whom the promised land obtained is.  
Then to describe the army of our foe,  
In what disordered order he doth go.  
How against him great JESUS soldiers fight.  
Is subject for a holy Muse to write,  
But we must leave it to some happy wit,  
(Ours is not such) or to some time more fit:  
And speak of JESUS who the People lead, 
Agg. 1. Zach. 〈◊〉. Esdr. 3.   
When they from Babylon did homewards tread.  
And freeing them from proud Assyrias thrall,  
Repaired the Temple, and built Sions Wall:  
For Records count, that the infernal King,  
His Troops against jerusalem did bring.  
And with the Cannon shot of deadly sin 
2. Paral. 36. 4. Reg 25   
Making a Breach, the City entered in.  
How many of the Townsmen left he dead?  
The rest with him to Babylon he lead:  
Where wretched souls, forgetting native house,  
Forgetting Sions God, they do carouse  
In the Whore's Cup, and drunk with Babel wine, 
Apoc. 1.   
To Babel's Idols, honours give divine.  
The lusts of flesh, some do adore; some Gold 
〈◊〉. I● 2.   
With the King's Picture faced, for their God hold.  
Others do build their Churches in the air, 
The three enemies of the soul. 1. Io. 2.   
Where they place honour's Idol, all their care  
Is to ascend, and with a bended knee  
Pray the false God propitious to be;  
Each Man, as once in Salmanazars' days, 
4. Reg. 17.   
A proper Idol hath, and to it prays.   

Our JESUS seeing this with holy zeal  
Of Father's glory, will procure the weal  
Of these blind wretches: he'll endure no more  
With God's dishonour they such Gods adore.  
And first with cunning hand of heavenly might  
He doth restore the blind unto their sight,  
And makes them see their Gods wear made of stone,  
Wood, and like trump'rie, in them life had none  
Enraged with themselves their wrath they wreak  
Upon the Idols, and their Puppets break  
In pieces: this being done, they do conspire  
To burn the Relics with an Holy fire  
Of divine Love.. Then doth our JESUS show  
The way to Zion, and before them go:  
Where being come, and pitying to see  
How the fair City walls destroyed be.  
The houses ruined, and the Church cast down,  
Nothing but desolation in the Town:  
He himself vesteth with apparel base,  
And clothed so, begins to work apace,  
Exhorting his to do in every thing,  
As they see him to do, their Prince, their King;  
I cannot tell what an effectual force  
To move men's hearts is in the virtuous course  
Of Magistrates: each one thinks it a grace  
To work with JESUS, with him to be base  
Clothed as their leader is, they fall to work,  
And help their JESUS to build up his Kirke.   

My Pegasus is weary of his flight,  
Wherhfore my Muse, for some short space alight, 
A description of the Catholic Church, beginning with the foundation thereof. Which is Faith. Mat. 16.   
And whilst the jade doth rest his lazy bones,  
Let us contemplate of what Wood, what Stones,  
What form, what matter the new Church is built,  
What Moses' work it hath, how it is guilt:  
And first if we behold with curious Eye  
What the foundation is, we shall descry  
The same to be a mighty Rock of Stone  
So great, and of such weight that God alone  
Could bring it thither: no created might  
Can move it thence: Gates of eternal might  
Can do't no harm, no force can make it shrink,  
But who falls on this Rock shall split and sink,  
Ask a workman of the name, he saith,  
This Rock icleped is Saint PETER'S FAITH.   

On this foundation is built up a Wall,  
Inuironing the Church, which we will call 
The walls Hope.   
Firm Hope: So strongly made on every side,  
That it all injuries of Storms shall bide.  
No blustering persecution can it shake,  
No tempting spirit, no rough wind can make  
This Wall to shrink; nay every adverse blast,  
(Owonderful!) doth make it stand more fast;  
And though this Hope seem to be founded low  
Upon the humble CROSS; yet you must know  
The workmen still will elevate the brickwall  
Till it do equal high JEHOVAS Hall.   

Look up my Muse, if thou canst look so high, 
The roof Charity.   
And to the Temples covering cast thy Eye  
Which thou shalt see made all of purest gold,  
Adorn the work, and walls together hold.  
This Roof is Charity, who is a lover 
jacob. 5.   
Others defects will gild, his own faults cover  
Love is amongst all Minerals the best,  
The Ophir where it grows is a good breast.  
Humility the Earth in which most low, 
2. Parel. 9 jerem. 10.   
As mines are want, this precious Gold doth grow.  
God hath ordained this Mettle should so deep,  
Lie buried in the Earth, that he may keep  
It safe from thieves: Vainglory and self-love  
Soon would it steal, lay it the ground above.  
The Merchants also must in digging sweat,  
Before they can so rich a treasure get.   

But that which made my Muse astonished more, 
The Sacrament of Baptism, is the door by which we enter into the Church. Io. 19 The effects of Baptism.   
Was to behold a strange conceited Door:  
This was forsooth an ever-running flood,  
A flood say I? a mighty Sea of blood  
Which when our JESUS in Caluaria died,  
Did issue forth his with Lance pierced side.  
As we the waters of this Ocean view,  
Behold a stranger wonder doth ensue:  
A Black-more borne, where Phoebus too much warms,  
full of diseases, having in his arms  
A leprous Infant, in this stream his limbs,  
And the Child washeth, than he through swims  
When presently they both are cured both sound,  
No spot, no Ulcer in their flesh is found.  
Amazed we stand, when see an Indian Fowl,  
In blacker body, having a worse soul,  
Doth as the former through the River pass,  
When he is made more white than crystal glass.  
Good God say I, are ELIZAeVS years  
Again revolved? jordan again appears 
4. Rog. 5.   
In whose fair streams whilst NAMAAN doth bathe,  
He cured is, new flesh, new body hath:  
Or comes our JESUS to the Pond again,  
Where for the Sacrifice much Sheep was slain, 
10. 5.   
With waters motion virtue to bestow,  
To make foul Lepers clean, lame Crepels go?   

This Church hath windows, prudence, wisdom's eye  
Discretion, which our motions doth descry, 
The intellectual virtues, are the windows of the church   
Whether from God, good Angel, or ourself,  
They come, or from the world, and Hellish Elf.  
Discretion teaching when we ought to go,  
Into the field, when to decline our foe.  
For some sins must be overcome by fight,  
Others must vanquished be by prudent flight. 
1. Cor. 6.    

So JOSVAH did think, flight the best way  
To get the victory against proud Hay. 
jos. 8.   
Nor think it shame to run away from sin,  
We know the Parthians fly, yet the field win.  
Though CAeSAR did from ALEXANDRIA swim,  
Yet none of Cowardice dares censure him.  
Of Machabaeus it was the least grace,  
Against so many troops to keep his place. 
1. Math. 9   
Wise men do judge too hotspurlike that fire,  
Which scorns or knows not sometimes to retire.  
Who wisely saves himself may fight again,  
What good can he do more, who once is slain.   

In this blessed Church, never sad darkness came, 
Apoc. 21.   
For in the midst doth stand a Holy Lamb,  
Who with his Rays giving a constant light, 
A description of the Lamp.   
Chaseth away the horror of dark night.  
He doth illustrate all with beams of grace;  
But chiefly, when as many in this place 
Mat. 18. The good of a general counsel, and the reasós why it is assembled.   
In JESUS holy name assembled join,  
And all their strengths in Unity combine;  
Called together for some urgent cause,  
As general contempt of Holy Laws,  
Orsome vile Beast departing from the rest,  
Doth seek the flock with Errors to invest:  
Some ravenous Bear, some Fox, some sensual Swine,  
Doth with his Tusks under the Temple mine,  
That so (but 't's impossible) with brickwall  
The entire Fabric might together fall.  
Such Arius was, Nestorius long since,  
jovinian, Witcliffe, and the like, frem whence 
The sects of this pray sent time are fragments of ancient Heresies.   
The swinish brood of this our present Age,  
In their Sires vizards play on the world's stage,  
Where they do act, the digging part so well  
That always the last Scene doth end in Hell.   

Who doth together this grave Senate call,  
And sits as Precedent above them all,  
On whose descision questions do depend, 
Of the infallible authority of the Bishop of Rome. Mat. 16.   
In whose last sentence Controversies end,  
Is the Lamb's Viceroy, in the Roman Chair,  
Lawful successor, and Saint Peter's heir.  
To whom our JESUS hath such power given,  
That what he here doth, is confir'md in heaven:  
PETER rule thou for me great JESUS says,  
Of Zion's City I give thee the Keys:  
(Fond Sectaries this common truth conceive,  
Who Keys accept, authority receive,)  
Always by him the Holy Ghost doth stand,  
And ever as he writes, directs his hand.  
So that whatever in doubtful points he saith,  
Must be embraced as Article of Faith:  
What e'are he doth command is good, and aught  
To be performed, what he forbids is naught:  
How many Beasts, how many wicked men  
Hath he destroyed only with his Pen?   

Therefore as heretofore when; Syrias King, 
3. Reg. 22. 2. Parel. 18   
His Army against Israel did bring,  
He did command his Soldiers to fight  
Against sole Achab, him alone to smite.  
Let the mean sort, saith Benadad alone,  
Against the King of Israel each one,  
Direct his force, if he be killed or yield,  
Ours is the day, we gotten have the field.   

Sin, Atheism, Heresy, Infernal Ghosts,  
Proclaiming war against the God of Hosts, 
The hate of heretics and schismatics to the sea of Rome. Mat. 16.   
To ruinate that City, which his hand  
Hath built, and maugre gates of Hell shall stand,  
Observing that their Troops a daily harm,  
Receive by PETER'S heavenly guided arm,  
Chiefly on him they do their fury wreak,  
At him they shoot, on him their Lances break.  
Proud Herod, and the first begotten Son 
Act. 12.   
Of Satan, Simon Magus thus have done:  
nero's and Dioclesian's shall tell,  
How odious Cephas is to fiends of Hell.  
In battle ray, none against JESUS go,  
But they proclaim themselves first PETER'S foe,  
Knowing if struck with Errors dart he die,  
CHRIST'S Army with his loss dismayed will fly.   

Your malice is in vain Tartarean fiends,  
JESUS with love his substitute defends;  
Firme-faith the shield is, which repels all blows, 
Mat. 16.   
God's promise is the sword which kills all foes:  
He is th'approved precious corner stone, 
Ps. 117.   
Which jews and Gentiles doth conjoin in one. 
Rom. 9 1. Pet. 2.   
Proud scandals rock, on which what ships shall hit,  
They suffer shipwreck, and in pieces split.   

Fairest Byzantium, Eastern Monarch's seat, 
The schysme of the Grecian Church from the Latins.   
Glory of Britain's Constantine the great,  
Who first in Eagles place, against proud foe,  
Our JESUS CROSS in Labarum durst shoe;  
Let me shed tears, when I revolve thy fate,  
Why wert thou not contented with thy state?  
To sou'raingty why dost thou so aspire?  
Then God would have thee, why wouldst thou be higher?  
PETER, not thou must wear the triple Crown, 
Mat. 18.   
Who do exalt themselves, shall tumble down.   

The tribes beguiled by HIEROBOAMS art,  
From JUDAS royal progeny do part; 
3. Rog. 12.   
And scorning to have DAVID'S Son their King;  
Sceptre and Crown to JEROBOAM bring:  
And though it was express IEHOVA'S will,  
That in no place but holy Sions hill. 
Io. 4.   
They should observe their Neomenian Feasts,  
And sacrifice their Hecatombs of beasts:  
The tipick blood of Paschal Lamb be spilt,  
In that sole Church which SALOMON had built:  
In salem's streets so many times each year, 
Luc. 2.   
Dilated Jacob's offspring must appear.  
And none but those who are of Levis race,  
Shall in the Temple have a Churchman's place; 
Numb. 18.   
When Israel's sons amongst themselves contend,  
By AARON'S verdict must the question end.  
Desire of sovereignty, and Empire's cause,  
Makes jeroboam break these holy laws,  
he'll have high places, and invent a God,  
Which hath freed Israel from PHARAOH'S rod; 
3. Reg. 12.   
BETHEL and DAN, shall have two Calves of gold,  
And many Idols shall Bethaven hold: 
Ose. 4.   
His pursuivants such passengers shall stay,  
Who towards jerusalem do take their waie:  
For Tyrant thinks his Crown not to sit fast,  
Should Ephraim and judas friendship last, 
4. Reg. ●2.   
He makes unworthy wights the incense burn,  
To play the Priest any shall serve the turn,  
Divided thus sin, upon sin they add,  
And though afflictions often make them sad:  
Yet no ELIAS, no Assyrian rod,  
Can make the stiffnecked tribes return to God:  
Until at last great Salmanazar came, 
4. Reg. 17   
Whip of God's fury, guerdon of their shame,  
Who with wars-sword, the Infant's blood doth spill,  
Defloures their Virgins, and their warriors kill:  
And where his murdering fury doth not range,  
They death for greater misery do change:  
Having the marks of slaves, gyves on their hands,  
They are led captive unto foreign lands,  
Wherein eternal servitude they spend  
Their woeful days: in servitude they end  
Their wretched lives. But juda shall be taught,  
With short captivity, to mend his fault. 
4 Reg. ult.   
Though Babel's Monarch lead to Memphis town.  
Subjects and King, yet when his Son falls down,  
From Empire's top, the Persian Kings shall give, 
Dan 5. 1. Esd 1.   
judaea leave, home to return and live  
In Sions towns: but Ephraim's wicked race  
Shall ne'er come back unto their dwelling place.  
Who did refuse to honour DAVID'S throne,  
Under Idolaters oppressed shall groan. 
Isai. 14 The Grecian, and Eastern Church, fitly compared to Samaria, and the ten tribes revolted, from the house of David: which carried into Captivity, never returned back, according to the more received opinion of interpreters.    

Think Grecian Dame, my verse of thee hast spoke  
Who from thy haughty neck hath cast the yoke  
Of divine Order, and in Northern air,  
Exalted haste with Lucifer thy Chair:  
Thinking to mean a patriarchal seat  
Above thy merits granted; yet more great  
Thou strivest to be: and casting PETER down,  
On thy ambitious head, dar'st wear his Crown, 
Psal. 10.   
Carried in empty Clouds of a proud heart,  
Thou leav'st Christ's sheepfold, & from Church dost part   

JESUS our humble God, doth from his throne,  
With angry eyes behold two made of one;  
He hateth schism, and hath this sentence fixed,  
The proud shall drink a Cup with much woe mixed.  
Think the incursions of the Sarzen King,  
Wear gentle rods, thee back again to bring.  
And know that as thy schism and sin did grow,  
So likewise did increase thy plagues, thy woe. 
2 Pet. 2. The Greek Church often reconciled, and again relapsed in to schism   
How oft didst thou thy heresies forswear?  
How oft didst thou return to PETER'S Chair?  
How oft didst thou again with the foul Hog  
Wallow in mire, how often with the Dog  
Return to vomit? but God's patient hand  
Can hold no longer: h'eele no longer stand  
Waiting repentance, lenity must cease,  
When often wrongs admit no speech of peace.  
Barbarians shall be scourges of thy sin,  
Fierce Mahomet shall proud Byzantium win,  
Thy Caesar murdered in the streets shall die,  
Where heaps of vngrau'de Citizens shall lie.  
At a high price some wretches buy their lives,  
With goods loss, and dishonour in their wives.  
Thy Roman Eagles yielded to Turkish Moon,  
In Church's rights of Mahomet are done.  
In fine thou suff'rest whatsoever harms  
Use to attend a cruel conq'rours' Arms,  
And who aloft with Lucifer wouldst devil,  
With rebel Angel, tumblest down to Hell, 
Isa. ●4.   
Thy shame confusion is, lawless desires, 
The Greek Church since their schism, have suffered many miseries, and have had none or very few learned men amongst them. Zach. 12.   
In practice put; are thy tormenting fires,  
Thy Conscience is the worm, the Devil's Turks,  
The fires fuel is schism and evil works:  
With envy thy teeth gnash (part of thy pain)  
To see thy rival in such glory reign:  
Darkness, thy ignorance, and want of grace,  
Disordered Passions, horror of the place;  
Thoughts of despair, thy miseries attend  
To think this servitude shall never end:  
For who in schism didst with Samaria fall,  
With her must suffer an eternal thrall.  
But Rome in DAVID'S house, the Goes, the Hun  
With City's spoil, shall punish faults, which done,  
Adaulphus leading his fierce Goths to Spain,  
CHRIST'S Viceroy, to his Rome shall come again, 
Ps. 88   
Where he shall sit on DAVID'S promised seat,  
And give just Laws, whilst Sun gives wont heat.   

To deck the Church a cunning workman paints,  
The lively Images of diverse Saints. 
What pictures are in the Catholic Church. Act. 9   
But what doth make most glorious show of all,  
Is JESUS name, written on every brickwall.  
There see we PAUL, the name of JESUS hold,  
Divinely stamped in characters of gold:  
Which flying through the world with Cherubs wings  
He carries before Potentates and Kings.   

I'll not with Silius go to Maro's grave,  
And at his dust a holy fury crave,  
To praise this vessel; but I'll ask to share 
S. john Chrysostom, extraordinarily devoted to S. Paul.   
A part of CHRYSOSTOM'S Celestial air.  
That sweetly guided by his serious sprite,  
As they require, I may PAUL'S praises write.  
Pythagoras saw no Troie, yet wish I,  
His witty transmigrations wear no lie.  
That whilst I treat of such renowned men,  
Some Hero's spirit might direct my pen.   

Let his devotee's commend him for his zeal,  
Or that he hath spread JESUS common weal,  
Throughout the world, afflictions, sorrows, bands, 
2. Cor. 11   
Yea what not suffered, both on sea and lands,  
The love and chiefest object of my muse,  
Shall be because our JESUS did PAUL choose,  
A special trumpet to sound out his fame, 
Act. 〈◊〉.   
And blazon through the world great JESUS name,  
Exalting him with this peculiar grace,  
For JESUS name to suffer in each place.  
O three-times happy man whom JESUS chose!  
For JESUS royal name to suffer woes.   

As others praise him for his writings sake,  
A title of their eminence they take,  
Because proud jews and Gentiles he makes know, 
Ep. ad Rom.   
That who disguised in servant's shape did go,  
Was the MESSIAS their Creators' Son, 
Ep. ad Heb.   
Who for transgression with mankind had done,  
A ransom paid: strong reasons he doth frame,  
To show that nature, and the law are lame, 
Ep. ad Gal. The name of JESUS observed to be above two hundreh times in S. Paul's Epistles. Apoc. 4. The Martyrs are described.   
And never can towards heavenly Zion tread,  
If JESUS grace do not them thither lead.  
But his Epistles, I above the rest,  
Commend and say, that they are therefore best,  
Because in e'ury leaf, yea line is found,  
Of JESUS name, the ears well pleasing sound.   

Triumphant Martyrs, are drawn all in red,  
Each having a Bay Garland on his head,  
Which at the Lamb's feet humbly casting down,  
They him acknowledge giver of their Crown.   

In the first place as Captain of the band,  
Doth glorious STEPHEN promartir stand.  
Who whilst the multitude stones at him throws, 
Act. 7. S. Paul's conversion, was the effect of S. Stephans Prayer, according to S. Austin.   
Prayeth to JESUS for his cruel foes.  
No spiteful jew, more swiftly flings a stone,  
Then his love-darts ascend to Heavens high Throne,  
Where falling low before the seat of grace,  
They humbly beg, that mercy may have place,  
And how they speed, w'eele ask of furious Saul,  
Who shall hereafter be a Preaching PAUL.  
SEBASTIAN eke, shot through with many Dart,  
Instructeth Gentlemen to play a part  
In truelove's stage, that others fall not down, 
Act. 9   
He labours, and so gets a Martyr's Crown.  
near to SEBASTIAN, seeing a void place,  
We ask who they are shall have so much grace,  
To stand nigh JESUS champion, and are told,  
Our English Noble men, that room shall hold.  
As no goods loss, no deaths fear could them quail,  
No dangers make in JESUS faith to fail,  
For though not equal with the Martyrs row,  
Yet as stout Squires of Martyr-Knights they go.   

As we these Champions view with curious eye, 
The Martyrdom of MARIE Queen of Scotland, and Mother, to our Sovereign K. James.   
Amongst them we a Lady do espy,  
Whose Crowns proclaim, she ruled sundry lands,  
But history complains, of savage hands:  
The Arms of Scotland, and French Lilies teach,  
That o'er these Kingdoms her command did reach.  
Written in bloody Characters we read,  
(Heavens weep, whilst I recount so foul a deed)  
That she, whose head we see on this sad stage,  
From body cut, to satisfy the rage  
Of barbarous foes; whilst she did live had been,  
FRANCIS of France his wife, and Scotland's Queen.  
And though her stile of Majesty was such,  
Yet profane hands, durst Gods anointed touch,  
As if no sacred Oil had been shed, 
2. Reg. 2.   
By holy Prelate on her Princely head,  
Unto the Scaffold brought, (o cruel deed!)  
By the sharp Axes blow, she there doth bleed,  
Heavens did ye shine, was there a wicked Sun  
To lend a day, whilst such a deed was done?  
Surely all things as ruled by a new force,  
Did go retrogradate to Nature's course.  
And as when Man, jehovah did offend,  
The univers for Man's offence did end 
Gen. 6.   
Again so many Laws in one foul fact,  
Being infringed in penance of the Act,  
All things are taught to go an other waie,  
In the accustomed order nought doth stay. 
The Majesty of the Lacedaemonian Kings, was so religiously reverenced, that even their enemies in the open field, declined from fight against their royal persons    

The pious Spartans evermore denied,  
In battle Theopompus to have died,  
They thought though millions of mean persons die,  
Yet death durst not approach great Monarches nigh.  
And deemed his Kingly Majesty a shield,  
Able to save his life in bloody field;  
And can it be a person of such state,  
Amongst her friends, should find so hard a fate?  
Tiberius' fearful of his after fame,  
Hated Historians who would blaze his name.  
And teach posterity in this, and this,  
Tiberius whilst he lived did do amiss.  
That year when this was done (ye learned Men)  
Forget to handle an Historians Pen.  
Do not instruct the world that England durst,  
Perform a Deed, of all bad Deeds the worst.  
Not, but I read that Monarches have been killed,  
And the Majestic blood unjustly spilled  
But still the Murderers have careful been,  
That such impiety should not be seen,  
When we in Counsel sit, and in cold blood  
Deliberate, as if the Act were good.  
The sentence given, we justify the fact,  
By public execution of the Act.  
But what's the cause for which they shed her blood?  
This one forsooth, because she was so good;  
And the world knew, what right she had to reign,  
These are the reasons, wherefore she was slain.  
Should Herod know, that JESUS is God's Son, 
Mat. 2.   
Would he do less think you then he hath done?  
Cursed be ambition, which will know no laws,  
Cursed be suspicion in a Kingdom's cause.  
But as proud jades shall trample with their feet,  
Good Servius' carcase, in the WICKED STREET;  
And Tullia hasting to set on her head,  
Rome's Diadem on Father's corpse dares tread:  
We will not wonder when for Kingdom's crown  
We see the Laws of God and Man cast down.   

That waters do not ouer-whelme our land,  
And Neptune swim, where England's Isle doth stand,  
That yet no greater vengeance hath been seen:  
W'eele thank thy prayers, untimely butchered Queen.  
Shall we with tears bedew thy Royal Hearse,  
Blame the too-hastie fates with mournful verse.  
The Sisters ask, how they durst use a Knife  
So soon to cut thy golden thread of life?  
We would do thus, but that faith makes us know,  
Glories rich Crown, was given thee by that blow  
Which took thy life away; so Ammon's pride, 
Est. 6.   
Prepares a horse, for Mordechee to ride.  
Our tears which else should always flow, are done,  
When we behold our JAMES, thy glorious Son,  
Who as just NOAH amongst mortals best,  
Shall give our sorrows end, our labours rest.  
His Parent LAMECH did of him foretell,  
That in his blessed time, things should go well. 
Gen. 5.    

Renowned PRINCE, so use thy Royal Pen,  
That we may place thee amongst these learned Men punc;  
Our Church's Doctors, who next Martyrs stand,  
A silver Pen, each having in his hand. 
A short description of the Doctors of the Church.   
Above their heads, hovers a holy Dove,  
Which dictates lessons full of wit and love.  
If to thy Harp wear added one more string,  
Then thou, no Swan could more divinely sing.  
But we have hope all numbers now shall meet  
To make thy Music absolutely sweet.  
Thou DELOS Oracle of thy life time,  
Thou Sun, thou star of parched Afriques' clime:  
Our Church's Pearl, bred in thy mother's eyes,  
Again begotten by a sea of cries.  
Great AUSTEN, shall I with more wondering eye, 
S. Austin converted by his mother's Tears.   
Behold thee when thy Muse doth mount on high,  
Or love thee more when thou dost creep so low,  
As do thy humble Retractations show?  
To think amiss is fraile-mans' common case,  
To change for better, is a special grace.  
And can we think more forcible, more good, 
We describe the Confessors   
The tears of love, than a best Martyrs blood.   

The Desert Citizens wear also there,  
Some clothed with leaves, others with shirts of hair:  
Their visages all pale, their bodies thin, 
Ps. 44. Edward the Confessor, a Prince devoted to God, and the good of his country, selected the flowet and best of all the constitutions & laws, established under the ancient Britain's, romans, Saxons, and Danes, and put them in one body or volume, which he called Leges populares.   
Proclaim their greatest glory is within.  
Their simple outsides give abundant shows,  
That they to world and flesh wear always foes,  
here also we our English EDWARD know,  
Mongst formest placed in the Confessors row.  
A sceptre in his hand, on'ns head a Crown,  
Ye gentle Heavens, rain many EDWARD'S down;  
Who to our Britain, upright laws may give,  
And teach their People, as they do to live.   

Great CHARLES the second Hope of Northern clime,  
Ordained by God, to bless the present time,  
Of EDWARD learn, that subjects best obey,  
When they see Magistrates, first do, then say.  
Such Edicts move men's hearts, though written short,  
Which first are practi'zd in the Prince's Court  
Of EDWARD learn, that only he's a King,  
Who doth his Passions in subjection bring.  
Prince's Dominions, may from Parents take,  
To be a Saint, virtue alone can make.  
In that strange statue, which great Babel's King,  
In vision sees each limb, each part, each thing  
As they grow higher, so in goodness grow,  
Which Potentates, and greater men doth show, 
Dan. 〈◊〉.   
That unto honour should be joined this grace,  
To grow in goodness, as they grow in place.  
The head was best of metals, purest gold,  
You the heads place, amongst your subjects hold  
Be gold in love, be better than the rest,  
What e'er your people are, be you the best.   

But it may be a Patron of thy name,  
Allures thee rather, France shall give the same.  
CHARLES' surnamed great, for his renowned facts,  
Thou hast his name, have thou his stile, his Acts.  
Let us behold thee with thy conq'uring bands,  
Revoke to JESUS, faith revolting lands.  
With the fifth CHARLES Achilles of our days,  
Beyond Alcides' Pillars, Trophies raise,  
Plus ultra be thy motto, thy arms tend,  
And where the world, there let thy Empire end.  
Be evermore victorious, ever great, 
Charlemagne constrained the Saxons to embrace the Christian faith. He was made Emperor by Leo the third. Otho crowned by john the 12. The Electors ordained by Gregory the fifth. Henry the 8. honoured by Leo the 10. with the title of defender of the Faith. The title of Catholic was given, or rather having been discontinued: was restored to Ferdinand, and Isabel, by Alexander the sixth. The kings of France, by concession of the apostolic Sea, have kept the title of most Christian, which was given to Carolus Martellus, whom Gregory the third in one, and the same Epistle, twice so styleth.   
Ever obedient to Saint PETER'S seat.   

May Roman Prelate make our England glad,  
As to thy Lions he shall Eagles add,  
And with high titles, thy brave house advance,  
As he hath done to Charlemagne of France.  
Loose Matchiavels', and Atheists you mistake,  
Rome useth to give Realms, and Kaisers make,  
Not to abuse the power of triple Crown,  
By foul injustice, casting Princes down.  
By Rome's authority, Otho the great,  
In Germany did fix the Empire's seat.  
Henry Anjou, Plantagenet his child,  
By ADRIAN'S gift, is Lord of Ireland stild'e.  
Thy royal Ancestors, what better name,  
Then Faith's defender have? who gave the same?  
The Cath'like title, what a splendour brings,  
To the still Conquering Hesperian Kings?  
So Capet's race of Christian stile more brags,  
Then of the Lilies, in their royal flags.  
Faith's champion, Christian Catholic, these three,  
Most glorious titles be combind'e in thee.  
Besides my wishes, O that I could give,  
Then thou there should no greater Monarch live.   

Momus found fault (and I would take his part,  
Wert not against my God) that each man's heart,  
Had not a window, that the world might see,  
What realties therein involved be.  
Then the sly hypocrite durst not speak fair,  
When from smooth words, his thoughts dissenting are.  
Your Courtly Gallant, durst not your hands kiss,  
When in his heart, all rancour lodged is.  
False judas durst not to his Master bow,  
With apish compliments, protest, swear, vow,  
Heap on him blessings, wish a world of good,  
When in his purse, the price is of his blood. 
Luc. 22.   
here I could wish my breast were made of glass,  
That so thy Royal sight (great Prince) might pass,  
Into my soul, and see that I would do  
As I do wish, had I a power thereto.  
But JESUS love (I hope) hath made me poor,  
And having wished, I can do no more.   

BESELEEL Virgins carves of Iu'rie bone,  
Of such King SALOMON did make his throne 
3. Reg.   
An Elephant, than which no beast doth live 
The excellency of Virgins, & Virginity. Ps. 44.   
More temperate, more wise, his tooth doth give:  
If in Elections wisdom hath chief place,  
By Virgin's choice, we'll censure of their grace.  
They need not envy PHARAOH'S daughter's lot,  
Who for their Spouse, God's wisest Son have got.  
Who can sufficiently describe how chaste  
These are, who as terrestrial Angels placed  
In our low Heaven through contemplation see  
All things in Earth contemptible to be;  
In God they do behold, as in a glass,  
How all delights do like a shadow pass:  
Shadows leave nought behind: theyare black, theyare fowl  
Pleasures of flesh, how black make they the soul? 
An invective against sin.   
They in one instant end, in one begin,  
Behind them nothing leave, but guilt of sin.  
And tell me what is sin? nothing at all. 
Io. 1.   
What e'er is extant in the ample Ball  
Of this large world, God made, and God was glad, 
Gen. 3.   
That by his making hand it being had,  
Only thou misbegotten Monster sin,  
As Bastards use to do, cam'st stealing in,  
Ashamed of thy birth: God never put  
Lest finger to thy being; Hell was shut,  
Thou wert the Key to open it: Daylight  
Thy birth did turn into eternal night.  
Cursed be thy birth-daie, never it appear, 
job. 3.   
Nor be it reco'nd amongst days of the year:  
Like Atreus' feasts, do thou Apollo scar,  
Abhorring thee, let him turn back his Car.  
Thy hate make Titan hide himself, and stay,  
T'wixt Thetis arms, more than his wont day.  
Be thou expected, and as thou dost fail, 
job ib.   
Of them be cursed, who do chase the Whale.  
Let Stars that day borrow no light of Sun,  
And the sad Moon forget her course to run.  
The universe be on that black day sad,  
That thou we'rt borne, let only Hell be glad.  
O that our Curses, which on thee do light,  
Could turn thee to a sempiternal night.   

We will be angry with thee wretched EVE, 
An Apostrophe to Eue. Gen. 3.   
The mother of this Child, thou didst concive,  
The Monstrous Bastard, Satan was his fire,  
But ye adulterous couple do conspire,  
And with such slights contrive the matter, that  
ADAM must Father, the misgotten brat.  
Fond woman, God made thee of the Man's bone, 
Of the transgression of our first patents.   
To help him that he should not be alone:  
This was your end, and you perform it well,  
You help him; but in what? to go to Hell.  
No sooner wear you made, but you must walk,  
To recreate yourself, and enter talk. 
Gen. 3.   
With Satan: when your bellies full of chat,  
You cast your eyes, now on this fruit, now that:  
The Devil by the wan dring of your eye,  
That your teeth water, presently doth spy,  
And with much kindness doth an Apple pair,  
Prays you to taste it, and to give a share  
To your Goodman (for so good manners will)  
It will suffice yea both to eat your fill.   

O foolish Man! What dost thou mean? that bit  
Hath many poisons, many Hells in it.  
Trust not the looks, although it please the Eye:  
Millions of Miseries, in it do lie.  
Trust not thy Palate, though it do taste well,  
It will not be digested, but in Hell.  
He scarce doth eat it, when infernal Gates.  
With violence fly open, iron grates  
Of Hell are burst, anxieties, cares, fears, 
The effects of Original sin.   
Sorrow with all her weeping Children, tears:  
Suspicion, jealousy, lawlesses desire:  
Unbridled lust: pretensions to aspire,  
Fond joys, sad discontent at present state,  
Aversion from good, anger, envy, hate,  
Darkness of mind, perversity of will,  
And what in both, can be suspected ill:  
These Monsters, with their pale Commander Death,  
(Kept hitherto as Prisoners beneath,  
And never should have seen the light of Sun)  
Hearing what Man against his God hath done,  
Scorn longer to obey grim Pluto's Laws,  
But they will forth, and vindicate God's cause.  
What havoc amongst Rebels do they make,  
How many souls send down to stygian lake?   

By the effects judge ADAM of thy fault,  
These mischiefs are the purchase thou hast bought,  
Corruption is the house, the land large woes,  
In which though with tears wat'red, no good grows  
At hour of death, making thy latest will,  
Thou us bequeth'st this legacy of ill:  
And for Executor Satan dost trust,  
Who though a Bankrupt, yet in this is just,  
And takes such care, that jointly with our breath,  
We do receive thy legacy of death. 
Eph. 2.   
Hence do proceed, if we revolve out fate,  
The woes which follow Man's accursed state.  
Hence those afflictions that attend our ways,  
Those sad Catastrophs of our wretched days.  
Hence that unequal share of joys and pain,  
A drop of pleasure, but of woe a main.  
O hadst thou loved God more! EVE not so well,  
Thou wouldst have left us heirs of Heaven, not Hell.   

We see when substances do pass away  
The empty shadows, can no longer stay.  
But thou like to the Moth dost live, foul sin  
Having destroyed the soul, thou wert borne in 
job. 27.   
Pleasures, whose shade thou art, long since are past,  
When thy foul making Essence still doth last.  
Hence ugly Monster, why stayest thou behind,  
To be the Hangman of the spotted mind?  
To NAAMAN'S leprosy art thou a kin,  
And must still stick to the defiled skin? 
4. Reg. 5.   
Unless with floods of tears so oft as he  
In Iordans River was, thou cleansed be.  
Great God bring all men to the sacred flood,  
All Nations be baptised in JESUS blood. 
Gen. 6.    

In the first age, when world did new begin,  
With many reins thou didst drown Man and sin 
The force of Contrition.   
Again unto the watery floods give scope,  
Again the Cataracts of Heaven set open.  
We not of Abana and Pharphar dream,  
We must be curd'e in only Iordans stream. 
4. Reg. 5.   
Blessed stream which from thy mercy's head doth rise  
And thence descending runneth through our eyes:  
Waters beginning from earth's slimy veins,  
Not able are to purify our stains.  
Such are those tears, which from Hell's fear do grow,  
Such are those tears, which from self-love do flow.  
The rain which this detested elf must drown,  
Must from above, must from high heaven come down.  
Wherhfore salt-teares, for sin send down apace,  
(O happy dying in such streams of grace.)  
A sea of grief in every place abound:  
And in the waves let ugly sin be drovvned.  
Each one of us a sinner's title bears,  
Let us be magdalen's in shedding tears.  
Of Hesebon, large Fish-pondes be our eyes: 
Luc. 7.   
The waters woeful plaints, the fish sad cries.   

What dost thou mean my Muse, why gadst thou so? 
Cant. 7.   
Recall thyself, and let the Monster go:  
A better object shall delight thy eyes,  
Behold Pulcheria, the fair, the wise,  
Of whom to rule, shall Theodosius learn, 
Aristotle in his Politikes, proveth a woman unfit to govern.   
And when he dies, leave her his Empire's stern.  
Had Aristotle lived in her Court,  
He would have deemed, his policies to short.  
Had he beheld the actions of her life,  
Her sex should have resembled Delphos knife.  
Whilst she who did with such a grace obey,  
Shall ample Sceptres, with like justice sway,  
How much to her our Christian world doth own,  
Let Fathers gathered by great LEO show,  
She doth on neck of proud Nestorius tread, 
Thefourth general Council of Chalcedon, gathered chiefly by the zeal of this holy Empres. Gen. 3.   
And with his foil bruiseth the Serpent's head.  
All acts of worthy women counted be,  
None for the Church hath done so much as she.   

I hear you say, was her desert so much,  
Why then as if there never had been such,  
The world so little heareth of her name,  
No public meetings solemnize her fame?  
Shall I imagine Eastern Empire's loss,  
Hath added to our Christian weal this cross,  
Or think our God unto some latter days,  
The solemn honours of his Saint delays.  
Mean time I wish such virtue to my Quill,  
That with her praise, I might all Country's fill.  
And teach the world that in Pulcheria stood  
Two rarely meeting graces, Great and Good:  
Two other opposites wear likewise friends,  
Whilst private thoughts did aim at public ends.   

But since (great Queen) my forces are to weak,  
A better workman shall thy glory speak,  
And with a Pencil ruled by heavenly Art,  
Delineate diverse Pictures, as thou wearte:  
Which when they are presented to our sight,  
we'll forthwith say, here is Pulcheria right.   

Fair Austria seat of greatness, honour's tree, 
A true commendation of the house of Austria.   
Whose branches through the world dilated be,  
What Land, what Kingdom doth not make great suit  
To have a plant derived from thy root?  
Shall I an ample Roll of Caesars' show,  
Or for great monarchs to HESPERIA go?  
Shall I recount how Hungary and Beme  
Have governed been, and kept good by this stem?  
Or shall I think bavaria's Duke so good,  
Because his veins do flow with AUSTRIAN blood?  
In large descents of this illustrious line 
Cornelia a Roman Matron Mother of Tiberius and Caius Gracchus, a Lady of admirable endowments.   
How many rare Pulcheria's do shine?  
Shall we of MARGARET'S and MARIES tell,  
In whom Pulcheria's many virtues devil?  
The which when we in vain begin to count,  
we'll judge how much the pattern did surmount.  
CORNELIA (Mother of that worthy pair,  
Whose fates unworthy of their virtues wear)  
Thou scornest to have a Crown come on thy head,  
Which must be bought with Ptolomeus bed,  
judging more honour in thy widows state, 
Rodulph the first surnamed Magnus, the beginner of the greatness of the house of Austria: blest for his rare devotion to the B. Sacrament   
Then to be styled the King of Egypt's mate:  
Though in thy Noble sons consists thy grace,  
Yet give unto our Austrian Ladies place:  
Of whom how many Sceptres shall refuse,  
And for a Husband sweetest JESUS choose?  
And those whom Heavens will have a Paean sing,  
At Hymen's triumphs, shall great Rodulph's bring,  
Who with a bended knee and warlike hand,  
Shall add new Kingdoms to their native land.   

But shall the world be warmed by Austria's son,  
And to our Britain shall no good be done?  
Must we be overpassed, as if we stood  
Under the Arctike Pole, where comes no good? 
Elizabeth daughter of Edward the fourth being married to Henry Earl of Richmond, the deadly hate betwixt the 2. families of York and Lancaster ceased   
Ye gentle heavens forbid, now is the time,  
When Austria shall give our Northern Clime  
A MARIE, who like the fourth EDWARD'S heir,  
In whom combined the different Roses wear,  
Shall make wars Trumpet evermore to cease;  
And bless our ENGLAND with eternal peace.  
Impious Hostility shall end: no more  
Shall Christian blades be sheat'hd in Christian gore,  
But Spain and Albion joined against JESUS foe,  
In jewrie land the bloody CROSS shall show,  
And once again recou'ring salem's town,  
From top of Mesquites cast their half moons down.   

Take courage mighty PRINCESS at thy birth, 
Iconoclasts or Image breakers, an. Dom. 786. in the time of Irene Empre Ile of Constantienopledid renounce their heresi. The true use of Ima ges is declared. 〈◊〉 The adoration of them. Phil. 2.   
The Heavens unto the Universal Earth,  
Did promise many blessings: thou art she,  
In whom the world irene's times shall see:  
Again, Iconoclasts shall leave their sect,  
And curse to Hell, their impious neglect  
Of these fair Pictures, better taught to know,  
That adoration doth further go  
Then the bare Image; which of wood or stone,  
The workman frames, and in it life hath none.  
Unapt, to whom we should our Acts direct,  
Abstracting from all relative respect.  
But when to Images we honour give,  
God's Saints are honoured, who with him do live,  
So when each knee to name of JESUS bends.  
To JESUS glorious self, the honour tends.   

Themistocles, as he walks Athens streets,  
In every corner Marathonia meets.  
As he beholds painted upon each brickwall,  
The Persians conque'rd by Athenians fall. 
2. They excite us to imitate the Saints whom they represent.   
He sees Miltiades, with plumy crest,  
Like Thracian Mavors, animate the rest.  
Whose divine virtue in that bloody field,  
Made numberless to a small number yield.   

First he's astonished, casting then his eyes  
Back to his youth, and wanton days, he cries.  
At last he speaks: O would I had no sight!  
That I might not behold Marathon's fight?  
Would I wear deaf, that I might no more hear  
Of Trophies which Miltiades did rear  
In Marathonian fields. The children sing,  
The very walls Miltiades do ring.  
In every place sound Echoes of his fame,  
Whilst I lie buried in the grain of shame.  
But ah! let me more ponder, and not cry,  
What was this Man so honoured, more than I?  
Had not Miltiades (in each place named)  
A body of the selfsame substance framed.  
With my clay Carcase: have not I a share,  
Aswell as he, in a Celestial air?  
This soul which in my house of dirt doth devil,  
Doth equal his; that it doth not so well  
Perform her functions, I myself must blame;  
Who so with sweets, effeminate the same.  
Had he as I, in Taverns spent his days,  
The world had been no Echo of his praise.  
Had he as I been daily drown'de in wine,  
His statues had no other been then mine.  
His statues which are objects of my eyes,  
His statues which are causes of these cries.   

Let me be good, and valiant as he,  
The world will statues consecrate to me,  
As it hath done to him: here, here shall stand,  
My folly's period, with a drunkard's hand,  
I'll write no more an ignominious book,  
Wherein the aftertimes my shame shall look.  
But with Heroic deeds, and weapons dint,  
My name on front of Athens foes i'll print.  
There, there, the world, whi'lst lasteth the world's frame  
In glorious Characters shall read my name.  
You my youth's deities, I bid adieu,  
I mean no more to sacrifice to you:  
For drunken Bacchus' cups I'll use the spear,  
For Venus favours in my helm I'll wear  
Death's grizly face. I'll go the world about,  
But I will find a new Marathon out.  
(Now is conceived a Salaminian fight,  
So much moves virtue, virtues painted sight.)   

The haughty CAIUS CAeSAR, cannot sleep,  
Nay ALEXANDER'S statue makes him weep.  
Quoth he (and sighs) at my years filips son,  
Conq'uerd the world: and (beast) what have I done?  
Shall I at home always ignobly rest,  
And like a babe suck milk at my Mam's breast,  
No no, as he my Monuments of fame,  
I'll raise: or die in pursuit of a name.   

His son the Portratures of worthy Knights, 
Augustus Caesar adopted son of julius.   
Sets in his Palace, that their very sights,  
May move himself, and the succeeding Kings,  
To the attempting of heroic things.   

As I behold my JESUS on the Rood,  
With arms extended, shed his precious blood:  
How am I moved? and when I know for me, 
How piety is fostered & furthered by holy pictures.   
My God was nailed thus upon a tree.  
Doth he not Preach, although he make no noise?  
(His only Picture is a Preaching voice.)  
The Sermon thus begins: behold God's Son  
Hath so much suffered, and hath so much done  
For thy soul's health, that thou shouldst enter in  
Heaven's gates, and freed be from hell and sin.  
That thou eternally shouldst with me reign:  
I for thy sins, am as a victim slain.  
This Picture represents unto thy sight,  
My love to thee in Golgoth's bloody fight:  
Where although in the battle I did die,  
Yet made I sin with death and hell to fly.  
Wear thou the spoils of that triumphant day,  
(The spoils are grace, and glories Crown for aye.)   

As I this woeful spectacle do view,  
What acts must follow, what affects ensue?  
Do not I JESUS love, who shed his blood,  
To take away the lets which against me stòod.  
In my pretention to the promised land,  
And died to abrogate that writing hand, 
2. Colos.   
Of God's decree (and should have had its course,  
Had not great JESUS disannulled his force)  
Do I not weep? yes, yes, not cruel jews,  
But my transgressions JESUS did misuse.  
ay, I, vild wretch, with wickedness and sin, 
Isa. 53   
His temples crowned; and with faults tore his skin.  
As I see JESUS oft faint in the waie,  
And CYRENEUS help him, I thus say, 
Mat. 27.   
No wonder that our JESUS cannot go,  
The weight of my transgressions load him so.   

Shall I not sin detest when Gods sole son,  
Sin only to destroy so much hath done:  
And know how hateful sin is in God's eyes,  
When to appease him no Host can suffice,  
No victim make him his drawn weapon sheath, 
Gen. 22.   
But his Son's sacrifice, and ISAAC'S death.   

julian deface that Portraiture which she  
Erects, whom JESUS from the flux set free, 
Mat. 9 Mar. 5. Luc. 8.   
That so the memory might always stand,  
Of benefit received by JESUS hand:  
At foot against Iconoclasts shall preach 
This woman cured by our Saviour, erected his statue in brass, at the foot whereof grew an herb, which when it reached to the hem of our Saviour's garment, cured all diseases, as witnesseth: who in his time see it. Euseb. lib. 7. Hist. c. 14. julian the Apostata broke it in pieces, and placed his own in the place, but a fire coming from heaven and renting julian's statue, casting also the head to the ground, revenged the sacrilegious temerity of this Apostata Emperor. Soz. lib. 5. c. 20. Niceph. lib. 10. c. 30.   
An herbs rare virtue, who when it shall reach  
To JESUS garments hem, JESUS shall deign,  
With virtue of it to cure every pain.  
Cast down this statue (renegade) and so,  
In JESUS picture show thyself his foe.  
And when thou hast it broken in disgrace,  
Erect thine own foul Picture in its place.  
That from heaven coming down a fiery blast,  
May burn thy Portraiture, and to earth cast.  
Shall we have julian's in our wretched age,  
Show against JESUS Crucifix their rage?  
These Pictures which in such fair order stand,  
Must they be with a sacrilegious hand  
Cast out our Church? Shall Gentlemen no more,  
Behold SEBASTIAN shed his manly gore,  
For JESUS cause? and with the Martyr's sight,  
Be animated manfully to fight.  
For JESUS faith? shall they not ALBAN see.  
Beheaded by stern Emperor's decree,  
For hiding in his house, against kesar's laws,  
jehova's Priest? and making here a pause.  
Encourage thus themselves, this is our case,  
Vild pursuivants have JESUS Priests in chase:  
We will them entertain, and if we die,  
With wings of blessed eternity we'll fly  
To highest heaven, and there with ALBAN reign,  
Who for like cause, with ALBAN have been slain   

Had thy great house (fair ESTHER) been so good,  
If Leopoldus had not pictured stood? 
Leopold. marquis of Austna a Prince of wonderful sanctity, 1. Reg. 10.   
Telling his Nephews ti's a Prince's grace,  
To be as high in Sanctity as place.  
Each virtue in a Monarch's breast must devil,  
He must as SAUL the multitude excel.  
By shoulders then the rest, he must be higher,  
Carried aloft with a Celestial fire.   

Take Pictures hence, where is the idiots book?  
Our Faiths deep Mysteries therein to look.  
In Images, the un-taught swain shall read,  
That CHRIST for him is borne, for him doth bleed.  
He shall as he sees JESUS borne so poor, 
3. Pictures instruct the simple and ignorant people, and therefore Saint Gregcals them the idiots book. lib. 9 Ep. 9 Mat. 2.   
Conceive that poverty in it hath more,  
Then the world thinks; affection shall him make.  
Love the sweet babe, borne poorly for his sake.  
When janus double faced the new year brings,  
He shall behold the offerings of the Kings:  
And learn those Kings who offer presents, are  
First fruits of Gentiles, guided by a star.   

If God would not have holy Pictures stand,  
To grace his Church; why was the cut off hand  
of Damascene restored by MARIES praire?  
Whose Pictures in his books defended are.  
If worshipping of Images be nought,  
I'll tax thee (Angels Empress) with a fault.  
Why didst thou give him his hand back again,  
Who Images Religion did sustain?  
Can such a one find favour in thy sight, 
Our Saviour, as witnesseth, Euag. lib. 4. hist. c. 26. sent his picture to Abgarus king of Edessa by which many famous miracles wear done, and are related by the same author.   
Who for Idolatries' defence doth write?   

If worshipping of Images be ill,  
Heaven's Queen, let me ask thee why dost thou fill  
The world with miracles, and no where more,  
Then where thy statues Catholics adore?  
Had not (vouchsafe to answer mighty Queen)  
Egyptian MARIE thy fair picture seen.  
And prayed before it, should not her blessed soul,  
Have still remained, as a Blackmore foul?   

From JESUS Mother, i'll go to her son,  
And humbly ask of him what he hath done,  
As he the Messenger made back to bear,  
His holy picture to Edessas' Peer:  
As he with Virtue wonderful did place  
In Berenice's handkerchief his face.  
Each following age will reverence the same,  
And he for superstition must have blame.  
Pictures, he saith are good, but they are nought,  
Who have their goodness into question brought. 
The finding of the Cross, on which our Saviour suffered, by Helen. Mother of the Emperor Constantine. Cant. 3.    

Shall not our English Queens see HELEN make  
A holy journey for devotion sake  
To Salem town? where miracles forth-bring,  
The sceptre of our with-thornes Crowned King.  
(As on King SALOMON the daughters stand  
Of Zion gazing this was in his hand.)  
This sceptre long time hid in holy ground,  
Is by devotion of this Empress found.   

Part of it she unto Byzantium brings,  
(So much that age did esteem holy things)  
Part unto Rome, where piety doth build  
Marmorean Temples, and devotion yield  
Just honours to those Relics, which did bear  
JESUS, as he o'er hell did Trophies rear.   

Doth not this Queen of those four nails make much,  
Who holied wear by JESUS bodies touch?  
In her Son's Diadem she placeth one,  
(Which gives more grace, than any jaspar stone.  
And teacheth CONSTANTINE although he rain,  
That he's his substitute whom Nails did pain)  
Two she doth in his bridle raines enclose,  
To keep him safe from menaces of foes. 
How S. Helen disposed of the nails, which pierced our Saviour's hands and feet, when he 〈…〉 vas Crucified for our sins.   
As JUSTINE on his head these reins will wear,  
The Fiends of Hell him dare not once come near.  
Hell as yet mindful of Caluaria fight.  
Is daunted with these relics only sight.   

Who hath not hard of angry ADRIAS waves,  
Where millions of ships have found their graves?  
But now that passage shall no more be so,  
For HELEN the fourth nail will in it throw,  
And he who with his death made all things e'en,  
Firming a lasting peace t'wixt earth and heaven,   

Will give the sanctified Nail a force  
To make the billows leave their wont course.  
Neptune appeaseth every troubled wave,  
(So great a virtue holy Relics have:)  
On every brickwall why should not Ladies see?   

Such stories and by them instructed be?  
What wear the actions of renowned Dames  
In ancient times, where-with they made their names  
In catalogue of Saints to be enro'lde:  
And by Fame's trump in aftertimes extolled. 
Manes first denied the worshipping of holy relics, as witnesseth S. Austin lib. 20 conra ●●ust. ca 21. & lib. 32. c. 11. After him Eunomius and Vigilantius taught this heresy: all many hundreth years since by the holy Church, and counsels condemned for heretics.   
Why should not every brickwall and corner Preach  
And what religion HELEN was of teach?   

Oh wicked days of ours! when Danae's rape,  
And naked Goddesses immodest shape,  
As for an Apple they contention had,  
To be decided by the Phrygian lad:  
When works of Aretine's lascivious hand,  
Shall curiously in chambers painted stand.  
Casting lust darts through windows of the eye,  
And with luxurious thoughts make the soul die.  
But Images of Christ, his Mother, Saints,  
Whom piety and true devotion paints,  
With sacrilegious hand shall be defa'st,  
In pieces broke, and out of Churches cast.   

In darkest shades let Manes ever bide,  
And his two impious sons on either side,  
Who worship due to Relics first did blame,  
And piety fond superstition name.  
Let them make Hell resound with woeful plaints,  
For their impiety against God and Saints.  
It is enough that Infidels and jews,  
Who Gods and his Saints Images abuse.  
Do everlasting penance for their fault,  
But let our Christian world be better taught.  
Let none who in our common wealth do devil,  
For such impiety go down to Hel.  
Let all who are washed in great JESUS name,  
With bended knee humbly adore the same.  
Let all who JESUS, and his friends affect, 
Act. 19 diverse nations converted to Christianity, and reduced from heresies by their virtuous Queen's jugunde Queen of Spain.   
The Tabernacles of his Saint's respect.   

Surely blessed Nymph errors detested night  
Thy happy times shall turn to fair day light,  
Thy Hymenaean Torches are the Sun,  
By which this good to Britain shall be done.  
For God's Eternal wisdom by whose hand,  
The world is governed as it first did stand,  
By a proportioned means will bring to pass,  
What but in vain by force attempted was.   

We joy to read as sacred stories count,  
That Clodove was to the holy Font,  
By his Clotilda brought: the Lombard's King,  
Doth Ledolinda to the true faith bring, 
Didymus of Alexandria was from the fifth year of his age blind, yet most learned in all sciences, but infected with the errors of Origen, which errors he taught Ruffel finus and Melania. 1. Pet. 5.   
Thy Ancestors the Goths are likewise seen,  
Revoked from Errors by their pious Queen.   

Who wounded wear by great Achilles' spear,  
By the same weapon to be cured wear.  
Against a Scipio who was Caesar's foe.  
In Caesar's army doth a Scipio go.  
When as Melania by her blind guide taught,  
Errors of Origen to great Rome brought,  
Wherewith opinion of an holy name,  
She and Ruffinus did dilate the same.  
As Deborah did not Marcelia rise,  
And make the erring. romans open their eyes?  
Made she not Barach to stretch out his hand,  
And put to flight the new-sprung errors bands?   

The Lion's whelp of juda shall oppose  
His force against that Lion's force, who goes  
About the world, seeking each where to eat  
(The souls of men are this fierce Lion's meat.) 
Goe 3.   
In Eden's Garden the cursed tree did grow,  
Whose fruit was death, leaves sickness, branches woe:  
In top of Golgotha must spring a tree, 
The marriage of Henry the 8. with Anne of Boleine, was theoverthrow of Catholic religion in England 2. Reg. 20.   
Which from these miseries shall set us free.  
●nne was the EVE which gave us our death's wound,  
MARRY the woman is, shall make us sound.  
A lawless Marriage ENGLAND did undo,  
Thy wished for Marriage ENGLAND shall renew.   

Against their King (when ABSALON was slain)  
Rebellious SEBA moves the Tribes again;  
But a wise woman in Abela town,  
Doth SEBAS head from City walls cast down,  
And by the death of a seditious Knave,  
From Joab's fury doth her people save.   

Shall we be troubled with eternal jars,  
Will no ALCIDES give end to the wars,  
And Hollands many headed HYDRA kill, 
The character of the state, and common wealth of Holland.   
Which doth with tumults our North-climate fill?  
This Monster hath a Cockatrice's breath,  
Threatening to monarchs, and all Kingdom's death:  
No DIONS now, no BRUTI live again,  
Detesting lawless tyranny should reign;  
But Athens thirty tyrants, and Rome's ten 
The Hollanders putting the Turkish half moons on the flags of their ships had this Motto: Pius Turcae quam Papislae.   
Will change a Monarchy for divers men.  
Religion is too poor a Mask to hide,  
Their Treason that it should not be espied.  
The world be taught that breach of Faith to Kings,  
First Heresy, than Atheism, than Hell brings,  
Who do contremne the Church their Mother's lore,  
Will at the last acknowledge CHRIST no more;  
And we have seen them count it a small loss,  
For Turkish Moons to change the Christian CROSS   

My worthy Countrymen, why are you slaves  
To Brewers, Cobblers, Basket-making Knaves?  
Why do you voluntary yourselves thrust  
To patronise a cause as Hell un-just?  
You answer that you part of Holland take,  
For the Lords word, and for his Gospel's sake.  
The Gospel says, let CAeSAR have his due,  
How for the Gospel fight you then, think you? 
Mat. 22.   
Thiefs their Kings rob, and you against all law,  
That thiefs may keep stolen goods, your weapons draw   

But if you nearer to their Gospel's look,  
You'll find it is a Matchivilian book:  
Wherein each leaf containeth damned things,  
Conspiracies, and treasons against Kings.  
Sowing sedition amongst other men,  
That they may sleep safe in their Cacus den.  
Let warts destroy France, Germany, and Beme,  
What do they care, so wars be far from them?  
What Gospel can they have, where Turks, where jews  
Their Synagogues, and profane Mesquits use?  
Is not their Amsterdam the drugs, the fex,  
The sink of all impurity and sects?  
Could Hannibal more sundry nations tell,  
Then sects contrary in that Babel devil?  
But that no matter is, jew Atheist, Turk,  
So he defy the Pope, is of their Kirke.   

Moreover can rebellion's cause be just,  
When thiefs true Lords out of possession thrust?  
What if a D' Alva bore a heavy hand,  
Must they forthwith up in rebellion band  
Against their King, and take from him his own▪  
If so: what Prince can sit safe in his throne?  
Le's pray that Princes may do what is right,  
And not with trait'tous arms against them fight.   

But you do not examine much their cause,  
Their friendship you into the action draws.  
Why should you take such tyrants for your friends,  
Who affect none but for their privare ends?  
Let Massacres in remote Indies show,  
If Holland be our ENGLAND'S friend or no.  
Oh that our Seas could speak: we soon should hear  
What goodwill Hollanders to ENGLAND bear:  
Let jests, let scoffs, let mocks at King, and state  
Make known their little love, if not great hate  
To Prince and us: as helps have been denied,  
To back their Heresy, their theft, their pride.   

Ill-nurturde swains, not taught what is a King,  
A God on earth, a Consecrated thing. 
Ps. 81. 1. Reg. 24.   
DAVID laments, that he cut his King's coat,  
When these with open mouth, with open throat,  
God's Viceroys bite, their royal actions blame,  
With frumps, with quips Monarches expose to shame.  
Let base Typhaeus brood, whose pride is such,  
That they the holy ones of God dare touch 
Ps. 104.   
With slandering libels, expiate such wrongues,  
With loss of hands, and forfeiture of tongues.  
Yea let such Caitiffs for blaspheming die,  
(Who touch Kings, touch the apple of God's eye.)  
Let every Simei, every slandering Knave, 
Zach. 2. 2. Reg. 16.   
The saucy Eupolis misfortune have.  
And here their often mentioned Tempel fails,  
'tis Satan's Ghost, which against Prince's rails. 
jer. 7.    

When the whole world is in combustuous fire,  
Subjects against their Kings each where conspire: 
jud. 9   
Base-born Abimelech his brethren kills,  
Misgotten Mansfield Realms with rapine fills.  
And all these mischiefs framed, this world of harms  
In Holland's Aetna, where Cyclops make arms.  
For Hell's black Prince, against God himself to fling,  
And Sions City to destruction bring.  
Let none it contrary to reason think,  
That I have tempered some gall with my ink?  
When I do hear base Eupolis so bold,  
To rail at Kings, my spleen I cannot hold.   

Though I at vices, not at persons aim,  
I affect Holland, but rebellion blame:  
And let the Netherlanders once be good,  
Let them cashier this their rebellious mood,  
And as Religion teacheth again bring  
Wont obedience to Hesperias King.  
Reasons and thousand arguments i'll frame,  
To eternise industrious Holland's name.   

Mean while will none inspired with heavenly fire,  
Foretell how Spain's great King shall sack proud Tires  
Will no Jove's seed once-more in Lerna lake, 
Ezech. 26. 〈◊〉.   
The many heads from this foul Hydra take?  
No john de Austria their cities win,  
No Parma take revolting Holland in?  
No demigod (better than other men)  
Grapple with theivish Cacus in his den?  
(Cacus who hath his Father Vulcan's shape,  
Cacus who lives by Homicide and rape.)  
No, no: our God will not have jury land,  
Set free alone by valiant Baraches hand:  
But jabin's captain pierced in the head 
judie, 6.   
By jahels' wife, shall at her feet fall dead.  
Ambitious Ammon ever looking high,  
By ester's Prayers hanged aloft shall die. 
Est. 7.    

Great Princess thou art judith, by whose hands,  
Proud Holofernes leader of Hell's bands,  
Shall vanquished be: thou art Abelas' Dame, 
judit. 13. 2. Ro. 28.   
Whose Nuptial rites shall Holland Rebels tame,  
Seditious Sebas head shall buy a peace,  
And with the Tribes submission wars shall cease.  
Thou hast Pulcheria's birth, her state, her face  
In the attempt of great things have her grace:  
So let thy Actions crown thy life with praise,  
That aftertimes thy Monuments may raise.  
And as thy Ancestors their Nephew Kings,  
Excite to enterprise of worthy things;  
So be thy deeds thy royal issue's book,  
Wherein how they shall live, they always look.   

Antiquity doth of an Atlas count,  
On his back bearing up Olympus' mount, 
Of the Pillars of the Church.   
Our JESUS is wise Atlas, by his hands,  
Zion was built, and on his back it stands.  
Our Atlas dies, who shall supply his place,  
Hath he left heirs of this supporting grace?  
Firme-pillars of best marble composed all,  
Bear Zion on their backs, that it not fall.  
(Who in God's Church will have a Pillars part,  
Must be well practised in the bearing art.   

Hath not truth's self his promise given that those, 
Apoc. 3.   
Who triumph over their Infernal foes,  
Shall in his Church be Pillars; whilst no frown,  
No Hellish violence can cast them down?  
When we see thee (Great CHARLES) vanquish each foe,  
Which doth in battle against virtue go:  
When we behold in all thy acts such grace,  
Shall not we promise thee a Pillars place?  
Of JESUS Church a Pillar thou shalt be,  
Whilst JESUS Church shall be borne up by thee.  
With Hercules (where Sol his steeds doth wet)  
Thou shalt thy Monuments and Columns set,  
And write non ultra to the after-days,  
Forbidding all to equalise thy praise,  
Whilst no great Monarch, nor great monarchs Son.  
Shall do so much for Church, as thou hast done.   

In first place wrought by JESUS cunning hand,  
Most eminent doth SIMON PETER stand. 
Gal. 2.   
To PETER next whilst ' he supporteth all,  
In JESUS Church a Pillars place hath PAUL,  
A cruel death, which did two whole days last, 
The 2. Apostles.   
Could not firm ANDREW to the Earth down cast.  
Great JAMES, JOHN'S brother, and ZEBEDIES child,  
By HEROD killed, and Spain's Apostle styled, 
Act 12.   
Whether he went, and with victorious hand,  
To JESUS faith subu'de that noble land,  
JOHN of white Marble made, though his outside  
Was gold in fiery flames refined and tried.  
Was not white marble his Parthenian breast?  
Of Golden love was not made all the rest?  
THOMAS eternal Monuments shall have  
Amongst the Indians, where he hath his grave.  
SIMON, THADDEUS, PHILIP, holy JAMES,  
Whose wondrous virtue either knee proclaims.  
Rough BARTHOLOMEW without, though fair within,  
(for JESUS name Tyrant pulled off his skin.)  
For IPHIGENIA HIRTAOUS may frown,  
Yea kill blest MATTHEW, but not cast him down.  
MATHIAS whom the holy Ghost did chose, 
Act. 1.   
For that place which Iscariot did lose.  
Sermons of BBRNABE will teach what can, 
Act. 11.   
Persuasions which proceed from a good man.   

Of the same matter, of which other men,  
Th'Apostles wear composed, yet know, that when  
JESUS them Columns in his Church did place:  
He so them tempered with celestial grace,  
That maugre any wind or adverse blast,  
They keep their place, yea rather stand more fast.   

The last perfection, and supremest form,  
Was given them, when as the wished-for storm 
Act. 2.   
Of divine grace, and cloven tongues of fire,  
Made the room shake, where Christ's friends did retire,  
Before this storm, a silly wenches frowne, 
Mat 26, Mar. 14.   
Did cast the chiefest of the Pillars down.  
CEPHAS as to him a poor Damsel calls,  
Denies his JESUS, miserably falls:  
But once confirmed by this due of grace,  
No threats, no whips, can make him leave his place.  
Nay he esteemeth honour's badge that shame, 
Act. 5.   
Which he endureth for great JESUS name.   

The thundering Cannon at whose Echo quake  
Strong Cities, whilst his bullets their walls shake,  
Before the fire shall make him use his voice,  
Is sport for children, ineriment for boys:  
They play with him, they roll him hear and there,  
And as upon his back they ride, not fear.  
But let once fire inflame the charged Gun,  
Who doth not quake, and from his fury run?  
So have I seen, the stoutest hearts look pale,  
And as they heard his thunder, their heads veil:  
Before God's Ghost did JESUS friends inspire,  
PETER a Canon was but without fire:  
No marvel then though at a woman's sound,  
He daunted wear, and fell down to the ground.  
But after God had put an holy flame,  
Unto this Canon, and discharged the same.  
What City was there, what defensive brickwall,  
Which with his thunderbolt he made not fall?  
I pass how ANANIA's and his wife,  
With his breaths only foarce did lose their life.   

CAIN built a town named Rome, the walls were sin,  
Error and Paganism did live within,  
Derived by a long progeny from CAIN,  
In this same City did proud Nero reign.  
JESUS decreeing in the town to take,  
And in it his own Empire's seat to make.  
So beats the walls with CEPHAS Cannon shot,  
That at the last the battered town is got.  
Idolatry and superstition fly,  
A thousand errors in the City die.  
There JESUS makes his seat, and there will reign,  
Whilst Sun gives light, floods run into the main.   

'tis true the last time, that this piece did roar,  
He burst in two that JESUS host no more  
As erst could use him: so when Spartans fly,  
EPAMINONDUS doth Victorious die.  
Did Philistims or SAMSON the field loose,  
When at his death he killed three thousand foes?  
And when in Golgotha Goliath head, 
jud. 16.   
By JESUS is struck off, is JESUS dead,  
But potent God forthwith the broke-peece cast,  
And making sound again in Zion plast'e  
Upon the Battlements, whence he hurts more  
Our adversaries, than he did before.  
Petitions are the bullets, which he throws,  
From upper ground, and with them Kills our foes:    

A POEM, OF THE HOLY NAME OF JESUS. The second Book.  
THE ARGUMENT.  

Of JESUS flesh (AMBROSIAN meat,)  
Of Bell, of Architects we treat.   

THE hour did now approach, in which men dine,  
When see a Table set with bread and wine  
Besides these two nothing at all was placed,  
No dainty dishes to content the taste.  
Who would not judge such silly Cates unfit,  
For Potentates, whom there we see to sit?  
But wonder not though the fare simple seem,  
The Master of the Feast will have us deem  
By the effects his banquets worth, and know,  
That best things make not always the best show.   

And surely CLEOPATRA'S Royal feast,  
Wherewith she entertained her Roman guest.  
Nor ASSVERUS banquet to his states,  
Which sacred volume with such care relates:  
No not the Manna which the jews did eat,  
Can be compared with this Celestial meat.  
What diet hath such virtue as this food: 
Exod. 16.   
Mortal to make immortal, wicked good?  
Is your soul sick? eat here and it no more  
Shall be diseased; heers Physic for each sore.  
This bread makes strong this wine our arms doth cheer  
The Royal banner of CHRIST'S CROSS to bear,   

When as the fancy objects, which are ill  
Conceives, and represents them to the will, 
Of the ble●sed Sacrament under the form of bread.   
That the short pleasure of an idle thought,  
May with the soul's eternal loss be bought.  
Heers Bread (which God the Holy Ghost did make,  
And in the womb of sacred Virgin bake,  
Heating the Oven with Charity's best fire,  
The fewell was many a chaste desire:  
The Loaves with name of JESUS marked be,  
Having his hands and feet nailed to a tree.)  
In such occasions here's that mystic bread,  
In vision seen, which Madians blood shall shed.  
And put the Eastern multitude to flight: 
The effects of the B. Sacrament.   
Zeb and Zalmana their two chieftains smite;  
The sword of Gedeon, which loose Venus' Boy  
Shall profligate, his Darts, his shafts destroy. 
Iud 8.   
Corn of the chosen, substance of the good,  
Expelling bad desires, breeding pure blood,  
This bread, proud Babylon, thy little ones 
Zach. 9   
With holy wrath shall dash against the stones.  
This elevated bread 'boue top of hills, 
Ps. 135.   
(Priests heads I mean), our world with plenty fills.  
ELIAS, as he fainteth, it makes strong, 
Ps 71. 3. Reg. 19   
To take of forty days a journey long.   

Nay some who daily Guests are at this feast,  
Averre for truth that what meat you like best: 
S●●. 16.   
What your taste pleaseth, be it flesh or fish,  
You shall have here in this Celestial dish.  
Manna such virtue to have had, we read  
And much more taste it in this heavenly bread.   

At Easter time you joy to see your Board,  
(As was the Israelites) with a Lamb stored  
Prepare with them yourselves; take in your hand  
A walking-staffe, with your loins guirded stand 
Exod. 12.   
As Pilgrims do (yours is a Pilgrim's case  
The world your Inn is, heaven your dwelling place) 
Preparation to receive the blessed Sacrament.   
Gather wild Lettuce, overcome I mean  
Your imperfections, and extirp them clean.  
Make of such Lettuce sauce a Lamb to eat;  
The Lamb is JESUS, he shall be your meat.  
JESUS hath clothed himself with a Lamb's skin,  
From Sheep to take the heavy load of sin. 
Io. 1.   
Is it not strange a Lamb should on his back  
Carry a flock of Sheep, and their sins pack?  
Had not our JESUS them supported so,  
Not one of all the flock to heaven should go.   

The Elephant by Nature hath this grace,  
That in his fury's heat, yet if in place  
He shall a Lamb (mild peace's Emblem) see,  
His fury is assuaged, his angers be  
Forthwith made calm; perchance some fell asps tongue  
With slanders poison hath your credit stung:  
Or some ill-nurtured groom e'en to your face  
Opprobrious speeches gives, words of disgrace. 
2. Reg.   
Your case is david's, ABSALON his hands  
Against you lifts, and the rebellious bands  
Are which your chief friends filled, who erst did go  
Next to your side is chief cause of your woe. 
Ps. 5●   
And where you wear with benefits most kind,  
There you discourtesies do chiefly find,  
By thievish Pursuivants your goods you lose,  
And yet the Thiefs you dare not once accuse.  
Per chance with Jacob's sons, or DAVID'S Child 
Gon. 34.   
You blush to see as Thamar is defiled  
Kick'de out of doors, after a deed so ill  
You vow you will incestuous AMMON Kill.  
You rage, you chafe, you storm, you swell, you puff, 
2. Reg. 13   
The foaming ADRIA is not half so rough.   

Come angry Elephant behold a lamb,  
Meek JESUS who in Paschall season came;  
That by his death Man might enfranchised be,  
And by his slaughter the bound Goat set free.  
MOSES' a brazen Serpent did erect, 
Levit. 16. Num. 21. 103.   
Which cured Israel with his sole aspect.  
Behold this Lamb, meek JESUS mark him well,  
In him let all your meditations devil.  
His only sight will cure your inflamed blood,  
Chiefly if seen upon the Crosses Rood.  
For know fierce Man, this Lamb is God's sole Son,  
Who when us silly sheep sin had undone,  
And we by Tempter's whistle led astray  
Through un-couth paths to Hell went the next way,  
To see our ruin grieving at the heart,  
With Father's leave he played the Shepherd's part,  
Inventing a proportioned means to gain  
The wand'ring sheep, and bring him back again.  
He clothes himself with shape, with flesh, with skin  
With all of Man, excepting only sin:  
And in this form conversing amongst the rest,  
He teacheth them what feeding place is best.  
Sometimes in Valleys and low Dales he goes,  
As how we should ourselves despise, he shoes,  
Auerring who to Zion mount will climb,  
Must gaze in these low pastures for a time.   

Of Gelboe hills he bids his sheep take heed,  
There is no faftie on those Cliffs to feed.  
The fruitful shewres, the Due of heavenly grace,  
Never refresh that miserable place.  
There we see SAUL on his own sword to die,  
Whilst he the Philistaean blades would fly 
1. Reg 31. 2. Reg 1.   
The Hills with murdered Warriors are filled,  
Thy valiant there, o Israel are killed.  
What are these Mountains where such worthies died,  
But elevated hills of humane pride?  
Wits, who do lift themselves above the rest, 
S. Austen explicating that of the 67. Psal. increpa fe●as arundinis, saith that heretics are, ferae calami beasts who with their quills damage and molest the Church.   
And ever judge their own opinion best.  
Such wicked Arrius was, and after him  
Pelagius, of the Devil each a limb.  
Vrsacius, Valens and the gelded sort,  
Who do frequent (Constantius) thy Court.  
To JESUS all injurious: JESUS grace  
Pelagius doth deny: the Eunuch's race  
Auer that God no more than they have done,  
In generation of his only Son:  
And God's Son following Natures wont laws,  
In his eternal being hath a cause.  
These and all Heretics in Gelboe hills,  
Have fallen on their own swords, I mean their quills.   

Some times our Lamb on top of Thabor feeds  
The flock instructing by Heroic deeds  
Of divine Counsels 'tis best there to graze,  
From whence toward heavenly Zion they may gaze: 
Mat. 17   
Then he inform's them of his Royal birth,  
The reason why he came upon the earth.  
How doth he make Celestial Spirits mount,  
When he the Eight Beatitudes doth count?  
Beginning thus, the Kingdom of high heaven  
To those who are in spirit poor, is given. 
Of the first beatitude. Mat. 5.   
You ask who are spiritually poor,  
Who looking on their nothing do not soar  
With feathered wings of pride, but knowing well  
That their offences have deserved Hell,  
They suffer injuries, that so his wrath  
They may appease, whom sin offended hath.  
This poverty had Israel's forlorn King,  
When railing Simei at him stones did fling: 
2. Keg. 16.   
He doth reflect as his rebellious son  
Against him wars, what he before had done  
To good URIAS, and accepts this rod,  
As a deserved affliction, sent from God.   

Mark how our Lamb doth earth's possession give  
To those who on the earth do meekly live,  
O'er their own passions their command is great, 
Of the 2. Beatitude. Mat. 5.   
I'th' land of others hearts they have a seat.  
Theirs is the land of everlasting bliss,  
(The which alone land of the living is)  
If poor have heaven, if meek on earth do devil,  
What place is for the angry left, but Hell?  
To Stygian pit, wherefore doth Thubal go,  
Let holy man by God inspired show.  
Because he had no Target to ward blows, 
Ezech. 32.   
But swords and Lances to offend his foes.  
JESUS who dost our hands with weapons arm,  
When heaped injuries sound the alarm;  
When we shall suffer opprobries, when wrong,  
Bestow on us that armour of the strong  
Firm patience, who fight covered with this shield, 
Cant. 4.   
Always return victorious out the field.   

What was thy life but a continual pain,  
A lasting labour to bring back again  
The wand'ring sheep, and put him in such place  
Where wholesome pastures are, streams floweth grace.  
Whom didst not thou instruct, to whom not Preach●  
Whom virtue not by thy example teach?  
When any with the rot infected ware,  
With what love didst thou cure them, with what care?   

Hereafter Pastors thou dost teach to rule,  
Making thy life of every grace a School.  
Thou bidst them oft remember joathan's tale,  
How when supremacy was set to sale. 
jud. 9   
The Fig, the Vine, the Olive would not buy  
With their own detriment a place so high:  
Only the Thorn accepteth to be great,  
(Thorns willingly do sit in upper seat)  
Who follow thee must choose the lower end,  
Until thy heavenly Father bid ascend. 
Luc. 14.    

Thou showst wherein a Prelates place consists  
Not in good fare, or doing what he lists,  
Not to have complacence in being first,  
Rather to judge himself therefore the worst. 
Mat. 23.   
Not making the poor sheep to carry much  
When he with his least finger will not touch  
The burden others bear, nay the right waie  
To govern is, when Prelates do, then say.  
Therefore still thou dost to thy precepts join  
This Rule, my servant's actions be like mine. 
Io. 13. Mat. 〈◊〉.   
He is a Monster in whose mouth doth stand  
A tongue, in greatness which exceeds his hand.  
How many such our Basan Pastures show?  
How many such in upper places go?  
Of God and virtue they do largely talk,  
But have no hands to work, no feet to walk  
After thy CROSS, such carry on their back  
A Pastor's title, but the virtue lacke.  
Who are in seat of supreme honour placed  
Must keep themselves from a cold Northern blast,  
Icleped pride, this had his birth on high, 
〈◊〉. 14.   
And ever since contendeth up to fly.   

What industry, what labours dost thou spend  
In gaining judas? as if the whole end  
Of thy conversing in the world had been  
To make this wretch forsake his haunt of sin:  
And what reward? as Priests shall him out tell  
Poor thirty pence, he will his Master sell?  
And can a Lamb for such a price be sold,  
More worth than jasons' sheep with fleece of gold?  
When at this rate the Butchers had thee bought,  
They presently unto the shambles brought,  
Where with thy death though they did mean to end,  
Thy wisdom did beyond their malice tend.  
Then thou didst think upon this mystique board,  
How with thy sacred flesh it should be stored,  
Making their furies, who did thirst thy blood  
The instruments of our eternal good.  
And altering the old rites of Pascall sheep,,  
Ordain'st that we a better Easter Keep.   

The haughty pharisees full little think,  
They make a wine shall be soule-saving drink  
For hated Gentiles, little do they dream,  
From JESUS veins can flow so rich a stream.  
Do you think Scribes who sit on MOSES' Chair,  
That when in high Priests house you joined are,  
Your consultation is, how you shall dress 
Mat. 23. A relation of some passages of our Saviour's Passion.   
For Christian banquet a Celestial Mess?  
Speak sacred Muse, how this great Myst'rie came,  
That our foes dress for us our Paschall Lamb.   

The cruel Knife that cut our JESUS throat,  
In pilate's Hall was the base vulgars' note.  
As they the Heavens astonish with their cry,  
Let Barrabas alone, let JESUS die. 
Mat. 27.   
I find quoth PILATE of his death no cause.  
They answer let him dye (our wills are laws.)  
Bring water, from this crime i'll wash me free.  
His blood on us, and on our Children be.  
Ye Impious Iewes, this was the sharp edged Knife,  
Which did deprive meek JESUS of his life.   

When TITUS shall your City walls cast down,  
When fire your Temple, and destroy your Town,  
When to the world's end your accursed race  
Shall wander vagabonds in every place; 
The misery of the jews: all which S. Hierome Ep. 129. ad Dardanum doth attribute to God's just vengeance for their impious killing our Saviour.   
Then know that ABEL'S blood, whom you have slain  
For vengeance cries against his Brother CAIN.  
When common weals shall make you a sign use  
To make the world take notice you are Iewes,  
When Boys hoop after you, Dogs at you bark,  
Have you not CAIN the homicide his mark?   

Before a LAMB is for the Table fit  
They use to fleye him, afterwards to spit,  
And so by gentle fires all sides to heat,  
Till by degrees it be made wholesome meat.  
But not the most hard-hearted Butcher flaies  
The silly LAMKIN, whilst life in it stays:  
Oh then are Butchers, more inhuman jews!  
How cruelly do you meek JESUS use?  
As you do make the Roman Cohort strip,  
And whilst he lives, flaie him with tearing whip.  
From top to toe his skin they do pull off,  
His wounds your sport are; at his pains you scoff:  
How else should his woes of all woes be chief:  
How else should JESUS be a man of grief? 
Thren. 1. Isai. 53.   
But can your malice as yet farther go,  
Are you still witty to increase his woe?  
Though you did stab him with your doubled note,  
Of let him die, although pulled off his coat  
With many lashes, yet nor Knife, nor Rod  
Quite kills the LAMB, who is both Man and God.  
After a many death's life doth remain,  
That having killed you may kill again.  
You joy that he as yet not yields to fate,  
That so you longer may protract your hate.  
He joys to live, that we may see how much  
He loved us, whose sufferings have been such,  
And all for us; our sins struck every blow 
Isa. 53.   
Our wickedness was cause of all his woe.   

Witty Perillus and Mezentius stern  
To torture shall of you inventions learn.  
Proceeding in your malice you make fit,  
To roast this holy Lamb a wooden spit,  
The CROSS I mean, to which his feet and hands  
Your barbarous hangmen tie with iron bands.  
What is defective now? a flame to roast  
The victim, and so consummate the Host:  
Ith' altar of our JESUS breast doth burn  
A sacred fire, the which shall serve the turn.  
Not thorny Crown, not whips, not bloody sweat,  
Not Crosses weight, but fervorous love's heat  
Consumes our Lamb, as Phoenix in his nest  
Our JESUS dies midst flames of fiery breast.  
For were he not consumed bysuch a Sun,  
How should an holocaust be rightly done?   

Under the CROSS to have a place, weel'e sue 
Spiritual profit arising from meditating on our Savionrs Passion.   
Where we will immolated JESUS view:  
And whilst on each sad passage we reflect,  
we'll heal our sorrows with his sole aspect  
When we are angry we will on him look,  
His taunts, his griefs, his wounds shall be our book:  
And as he suffers, whilst we hear no noise,  
Not the least sound of a Complainctive voice,  
we'll set our spoonful to his sea of woes,  
Our adversaries to his savage foes,  
And blush to fill each ear, each place with moan,  
Whilst in respect of his our griefs are none.   

The Lamb by jews and pharisees thus dressed,  
For JESUS friends makes a continual feast.  
But with what drink is this great banquet stored,  
What Massique wine adorns this royal board?   

My Muse declare in the ensuing verse,  
And the strange nature of that wine rehearse,  
The properties of that Celestial wine,  
Which JESUS worthy guests drink as they dine.  
Of which when you shall hear prodigious things,  
Yet give us faith, and know this liquor springs  
From Vine tree, which was set by Gods own hand,  
And in the midst of Paradise doth stand.  
Be not incredulous this wine doth grow  
In JESUS veins, and from his wounds doth flow,   

The heart whom Dogs have almost at a bay, 
Psal. 41.   
Perceiving that his spirits do decay,  
Forthwith unto some River hath recourse, 
Of the blessed Sacrament under the form of Wine.   
Where swimming through, he gathereth new force,  
With which, as if he had but then begun,  
He swiftly flies, pursuing death to shun.   

The soul of Man clothed with this fleshly fur,  
Is this poor heart, by many cruel Cur,  
Hunted to death, the hound's names will you hear?  
Sad grief, fond joy, stern wrath, vain hope, false fear 
The passions of the mind.   
These as Actaeon's Beagles obe'id Man,  
Whilst Man was good, and reason used, but when  
Man in transgression was the Devil's Ape,  
And to a beast transformed, lost his shape.  
The Curs which heretofore were kept in awe,  
Will now obey no longer reasons law,  
But as that Hunter's Dogs their Master chase,  
And oft bereave him of his life of grace.  
Amongst the rest one ugly Cur is found,  
Icleped Mortal sin, this foul-mouthed hound  
By nature hath such an envenomed tooth,  
That where he bites, assured death ensu'th.   

The Nemrod or chief Master of the sport,  
The Devil is, who with a graceless sort  
Of worldlings, sons of the accursed CAIN,  
Pursue the silly HEART, till he be slain.  
When sin is done an Euge blows the horn,  
Their Huntsman hola is fair virtue's scorn.  
The woods resound with base detractions voice,  
Fowl slanders Echo makes a hideous noise.  
When no temptation doth the soul assault,  
They storm and swear the Dogs are at a fault,  
Getting the sent by custom's track again,  
They and their Curs follow the Chase amain.   

The heart pursued by such malicious foes,  
Is tired oft, oft doth his forces lose.  
When lo good God (who the stayed course of things  
Sweetly contrives) our Beast thus toiled brings  
By secret motions to a precious flood,  
Which flows with streams of wounded JESUS blood.  
Through this the chased Deer no sooner swims,  
But with new strength he innovates his limbs:  
And thus refreshed towards Heaven he trippeth so,  
That we him judge rather to fly then go:  
Nay sure he flies, (his wings are love and grace)  
Wherewith towards Zion he mounts up apace.  
Is this blessed River DAVID'S house of Arms  
To furnish us with shields against all harms? 
Cant 4.   
Or as in first creation great God brings 
Gen. 1.   
Out of the waters feth'red foul with wings?  
Bark, bark ye Curs, ye cannot hurt us more,  
Our soul hath wings, and in the Air doth soar.   

Who shall in Lethe's streams his members bathe  
(Is it a benefit?) Oblivion hath  
Of his past deeds, forgetting good and ill,  
(Else Poets with their lies the world do fill.)  
On Altar table flows a Lethe's flood,  
Breeding oblivion of each thing, but good.  
Who are vvashed here forget their old desires,  
Earthly propensions, and accustomed fires.  
What wonder then, if as heart through here pass,  
He seem to be far other than he was?   

Shall I describe this glorious Nilus' head  
When it began? As JESUS blood is shed 
Io. 21.   
By impious jews on blessed Caluarias Hill,  
And since through Eden's Garden floweth still:  
When as the soldier with his Lance did open  
Our JESUS side, he gave the stream full scope  
To issue forth, which hitherto hath run,  
And ever shall until the world be done.  
On Egypt fruits Nilus bestows a birth,  
This River fertile makes our Christian Earth.  
Once in a year seau'n-headed Nile or'e-flowes,  
And benedictions on the land bestows.  
Each day, each hour, as AARON'S sons think good,  
We see the overflowing of this flood.   

Fruitful the Trees are, which in ordered ranks,  
With the streams watered grow along the banks.  
Amongst these flourisheth a well-spread Vine,  
The Grape whereof doth make a royal Wine,  
With which our JESUS furnisheth his Feasts:  
None can its virtue tell, but who are Guests.  
O happy vines which in Engaddy grow  
Where wine is made, from whence chaste virgins flow. 
Cant. 1. Zach 9 Cant. 5.   
With this wine to be drunk, fear not this Cup  
Engenders worthy thoughts, drink it all up.   

When we (fair Nymph) thy Austrian house and tree,  
Throughout our Christian world dilated see,  
All men the greatness of the Trunk admire,  
Great Kings such branches as thyself desire.  
We do revolve old Oracles, and say  
Therefore doth Austria's Sun like the Noon day  
Shine in our Hemisphëre, and bright rays spread,  
Because Great RODULPH to this mystic bread,  
By us describ'de, such piety did show,  
From his devotion benedictions flow  
Upon thy house: my Muse which here doth treat  
Of this rare MANNAH, and AMBROSIAN meat,  
Offers herself, whilst she doth Manna sing,  
To you (Great Princess) who from Rodolph spring:  
And knows, though nothing else her gracious make,  
Yet you'll accept her for the Mannas sake.   

The sacrifice whereof our Church doth boast,  
Wherein for People's sins God's Son is host, 
Of the Sacrifice daily offered in the Catholic Church.   
Astonished we with silence will pass o'er,  
And humbly him who is in it adore.  
We anger JESUS when we do amiss,  
To make our peace JESUS the victim is.  
The Priest eke JESUS is: millions of times,  
And in as many places for our crimes  
Doth JESUS offer victim every day,  
As if he nothing else but Mass did say.   

The Bell which makes all people to repair, 
The Bell.   
To JESUS Church, and telleth them that there,  
God's service shall be done: is a strange bell,  
And when it rings, doth ring as strange a knell.   

It is made of the voices of all those 
Even sectaries them selues are compelled to say there is the Catholic Church, such a man is a Catho like, as witnesseth S. Augustin. lib. contra ep. fund. c. 4. Ciryl. Cat. 18, Io. 1. The holy Fathers say that the church began in Abel a Virgin & martyr. Simon Magus boasted much of faith with out good works. Clem. lib. 1. Recog. Mat. 7.   
Who reason use; both JESUS friends and foes  
Serve as a Bell, which Christian people tells,  
That in our Church the true Religion dwells:  
In Church describ'de by me, built by God's Son,  
True service of eternal God is done.  
At such an hour, at such a time of day,  
JESUS himself will vouchsafe Mass to say.   

Great God himself in this Bell hath a share,  
As he doth in his testaments declare,  
That the Church, whose foundation I have laid  
Is that which he i'th' world's beginning made;  
The same which in the patriarchal days,  
And law of MOSES he from earth did raise,  
But was unto a full perfection brought,  
When JESUS grace, and truth his Christians taught   

Nay God is angry, and doth tell us plain,  
His Church did not begin with impious Cain,  
But founded in a righteous ABEL'S blood,  
Hath since supported by his right hand stood.  
Have I built up my Church, JEHOVA saith,  
On Arrius, Hus, on Magus faithless faith?  
Who so do build their house, build on the sands,  
No longer than the builands.  
Who not with me on JESUS build; at once  
Their Church shall perish, with their rotten bones.  
But my Church stands on an immoved rock,  
And shall endure each persecutions shock.  
No jew, no Heretic, no Pagans arm  
Can do the Church which I have builded harm.  
Nay every blustering wind, each adverse blast  
Make the foundation of my Church more fast.   

I built a neat, an ample stately Kirke,  
And dare these say, their hogsties are my work?  
With virtues Tapestry my Church is fair,  
Not with sins ugly, as their dung carts are,  
Perfumes of grace in my Church swetly smell,  
Vice makes their Synagogues a second Hell.   

JESUS (the worth of whose brave name we tell)  
giveth a voice to'th making of our bell, 
We describe the Bell of the Catholic Church.   
And speaketh thus, living it was my will  
To build my Church and City on a Hill.  
I built my Tempel on a mountain high,  
Conspicuous and exposed to every eye:  
Had I made man invisible to go, 
Mat. 5.   
I would have likewise built my temple so.  
I therefore spent a thirtie-three years' time,  
That mine should high perfections mountain clime.  
A three-fould mountain than Olympus higher  
As Aetna burning with perpetual fire:  
The poor, the chaste, the virtue which obeys,  
This mount more high than common earth doth raise. 
The three Euangelical counsels.   
Good works, and alms bestowed in my name,  
Make this high hill with Charity to flame:  
The smell is likewise wonderfully sweet,  
Whilst Myrrh and Frankincense together meet.  
And that these always reek must be the care  
Of mortifying acts, and mental praire.   

How then dare these blasphemers of my grace,  
Say I have chosen for my Church a place  
With the earth even? those who never soar  
With counsels wings to heaven, what have they more  
Than earth? in valleys and low dales they go  
Who then commandments, will no more know.  
Good works not only make my City fair,  
But eke behooveful for the dwellers are.  
And shall such appertain unto my mount, 
Mat. 19   
Who of good works make none or little count?  
But carelessly set all at six and seven 
It was one of the heresies of Simon Magus, in the Apostles time, and afterwards of Aetius surnamed Atheist, that faith alone was sufficient to salvation S. Hierome writ against jovinian, who made marrimony equal with virginity. Mat. 8. Luc. 8. Cant. 4. 5. Io. 10. Io. 21.   
And say bare faith enough is to get Heaven.  
My Church is not a Kennel for foul Dogs,  
A nasty hogsty for all sensual Hogs.  
Did not jovinian a foul Hogsty make,  
When from chaste life he did all merit take?  
All such do Hogsties with jovinian build,  
Who to Virginity no honour yield.  
How dare these Gerasines (feeders of swine)  
Affirm their dirty village to be mine?  
I claim a Church which on a mountain stands  
Such, such is that which I made with my hands.  
In this I give remission of sin,  
And in none else, here (people) enter in.  
This is my garden, this my dwelling house,  
Here with me dwells my Love, my Dove, my Spouse.   

This Church my sheepfold is: sheepfold and sheep  
With my own mouth I did bid PETER keep.  
And shall I think my Church and sheepfold there  
Where my chief Vicar PETER hath no care?  
Those Synagogues, where Cephas hath no Key  
Are shambles, wherein butchers the sheep slay.   

I in my Church (what nation can so boast?)  
For people's sins offer myself an Host.  
I did die therefore, therefore I did bleed  
That I my friends might with my own flesh feed. 
Of the verity of our Saviour's presence in the B. Sacrament of the Altar.   
And in my wounded veins a Vine might grow  
From whence a Nectar (drink of Gods) should flow.  
Where you behold such Nectar and such fare  
Go in; there is my feast, there my guests are.  
But be assured there is no feast of mine  
Where you no more have then bare Bread and Wine.   

Not to a meal made up of of Fowl and Beasts,  
But to my Body I invite my guests.  
Am not I able to perform my word, 
Mat. 26. Mar. Luc 22. 1. Cor. 11.   
And set my sacred flesh upon the board?  
Who say my divine hand Almighty is,  
Why give they limits to my power in this?  
For wine I said my guests my blood should drink,  
If I not give it them, they needs must think,  
I either do delude, or else am weak,  
Not able to effect, what I do speak  
Nor is't enough if I should make them eat  
For my true body a fantastic meat,  
My body's figure, and a tipike Wine,  
For I a substance promised ' not a sign.   

The Architect of lies maketh such Feasts  
And with like fopperies deceives his guests.  
He carries them to Castles of the air,  
And makes them think they feed on dainty fare  
When they eat nothing, all are tricks of his,  
Each thing a sign, each thing a shaddov is,  
They neither have before them flesh nor fish,  
But idle faith composeth every dish.  
Call they not me impostor with high Priests  
Who say that I so jugle with my guests? 
Mat. 27.   
I bid them to a banquet, say their meat 
Berengarius anno 1028. denied the real presence in the blessed Sacrament, and was condemned for an heretic by diverse holy councels.   
Shall be divine, my body they shall eat;  
But when they sit down, an odd fellow saith,  
Take, eat this bread, and feed on Christ by faith.  
The putid Berengarius mumbled so,  
And long since for an Heretic did go.  
And yet the people must persuaded be,  
That such a dinner was ordained by me.   

MARRY his Mother, who triumph'de o'er Hell,  
giveth a voice to making of this Bell.  
And bids all people to this Temple go,  
Which in the former lines my Muse doth show.  
And thus she speaks: This Church unto my Son  
Belongs for in it are due honours done.  
To me his Mother: JESUS Priests are here,  
For piety hath builded every where,  
Many fair Altars, and to honour me,  
The world continual sacrifice doth see:  
Each heart is made an holy Altar stone  
Whereon due victim unto me are done.  
Petitions are the Hosts which please me well,  
As with devotions' Frankincense they smell.   

When as the world its first beginning had,  
And sin had made the two beginners sad; 
Gen. 3.   
Great God the serpent punishing, from whom  
Both sin and sadness came, pronounced this doom;  
That there should be an everlasting war  
T'wixt me, and Satan, betwixt those who are 
Io. 21.   
His Sons, and such who from my bowels spring  
(Such Children at the Cross I forth did bring.  
That was the groaning Bed I lay upon,  
When at my JESUS death I did bear JOHN  
And in him the whole Church: my eldest boy  
Borne without pain, but not without much joy  
Great JESUS was: the earth and heaven smiled,  
When my womb blest the world with this brave child.  
JESUS and JOHN'S acknowledge I my seed,  
(In sorrow JOHN'S as RACHEL I did breed.)  
JOHN'S knowing I am theirs and JESUS Mother  
With filial love affect me 'fore all other.  
Know then that Tempel in the which you see  
My progeny, JESUS true Church to be.   

Now by these marks you shall my children know  
A great respect and love to me they show,  
They know what grace on earth God to me gave,  
They know what glory in the heavens I have:  
(Such chrysostom, such Anselm, Bernard wear  
By God instructed in my visions share) 
Admirable 〈◊〉 the sentences of these holy Fathers in the praise of our B Lad●e, ex tolling her above the Seraphins and all the Quires of Angels. 2. Reg. 3.   
They know what interest I have in my Son:  
He ever hath and will grant me each boon.  
Like Bersabee I sit at his right hand,  
And though I do entreat, yet I command.  
Therefore to me they do direct their prairs,  
My Son hears my petitions, I hear theirs.  
A mother's title doth my JESUS move,  
Me to help them forceth a Mother's love.   

Where you see Virgins devout, humble, low,  
There's JESUS Church, into that Temple go  
Where you see some with love's wings mount on high,  
They are my seed (so whilst I lived did I.)  
Mine are those Children who make me their glass,  
T'adorn themselves with virtues as I was.  
By such apparel you my seed shall know,  
But Satan's sons in different habits go.  
Yet learn their marks, that when you shall them meet,  
You may discern them by their cloven feet.   

God promised a woman who should tread 
Gen. 3.   
On the old serpens neck, and bruise his head.  
Am I not she who conceived without sin  
In Mother's womb to bruise him did begin?  
(Whom sin taints not (sin is the serpent's head)  
Such trample on him, yea such strike him dead)  
EVE was a cursed tree, on which did grow  
To ADAM, and his generation woe.  
I bore a fruit, JESUS my royal Son,  
Who did restore what ADAM had undone.  
Growing in Caluarie upon a CROSS,  
He did repair terrestrial Eden's loss.  
Wherhfore against me, whom mighty God did choose,  
And as a means in man's redemption use,  
Against me the Mother of the God of Hoafls,  
The Prince of Hell musters his damned Ghosts:  
Against me each Goblin, each infernal spirit  
Proclaimeth war, spiteth at me his spite.   

But since my person they cannot come nigh  
(Glory and grace have lifted me so high.)  
That devilish malice which to me they own,  
In blasphemies and opprobries they show.  
So doth the Serpent and his wicked race  
Diminish that all over-shadowing grace  
Wherewith the holy Ghost my soul did fill,  
When JESUS leaving high Olympus' hill,  
Chose my parthenian womb, that flesh to make  
Which on himself the Deity would take.) 
S. Anselm amongst other signs of Predestination, averreth that devotion to our B. Lady is one: and surly who in the Catholic Church have been eminent for sanctity & learning: yea for felicity and happienesse in Civil affairs, as Constantine and Charles the great have been specially devoted to the blessed Virgin, the glorious Mother of JESUS.   
When they dare say, offenders with sin foul  
As much grace beautifies as my pure soul.   

If God my Anselm did inspire as he  
Affirms how those that are devout to me,  
May firmly hope, that their names help to fill  
That book which Gods predestinating will  
Hath writ; (this piety and filial love  
My devotee's to enrol great God doth move.)  
Shall not such justly fear, their names to find  
In the black book of death? whose cankered mind  
Replenished is with spite, with spleen, with hate  
Against my person and my glorious state.  
Can such more spit their rancourd malice forth,  
Then in diminishing my graces worth?  
They say, God me no gifts peculiar gave  
So great a sanctity as I all have.  
Days Festival ordained to honour me  
By these my foes quite abrogated be.  
They strive that I Mother of such a Son,  
Should be forgot as if I nought had done.   

The Serpent labours in the Desert wild, 
Apoc. 12.   
First to devour the woman, than the child.  
These Caitiffs know, that honour which I share  
Redounds to JESUS, whose my merits are.  
(For what in me is eminent is good 
Io 〈◊〉.   
Is JESUS grace; That is the Ocean Flood  
From whence Saints merits flow, and to the main 
Apoc. 4.   
By gratitude must back return again..)  
And though they seem at me alone to aim,  
Yet they well know what dart hurts me the same  
Woundeth my JESUS, such relation is  
Betwixt him and me: my opprobries are his:  
Therefore when moved by their du'ilish sire  
They slander me; against JESUS they conspire.   

When Antiochians will their hatred show  
Unto their Kesars, they their statues throw 
As the prototypon is honoured in the worsip of the Picture, so is it dishonoured in the contumelious abuse of it   
Contemptibly to ground: on Kings they wreak  
Their fury, as their Portratures they break.  
Could these Iconoclasts with impious hand  
My person touch, I should no more command  
As Angel's Empress: nor in highest heaven,  
Enjoy that glory which my Son hath given.  
But since their malice cannot reach so high  
They in my holy Pictures me defy.  
They break and despise these, out Churches thr 〈…〉  
And if they could they eke would use me so.   

Nay worse than Saul, possessed with an ill sp'right  
What serpent could not do, these sons of night 
1. Reg.   
Attempted have whilst their blaspheming tongue 
The Albigenses affirmed, our bless said Lady to have been agreat sin ne'er. S. Austen & The Count cells of Claramoun, Basil Trent. etc. always except the B. Virgin, when they treat of sin. Lu. 1.   
Hath me defiled with transgressions dung.  
Counsels and Fathers have religious been,  
Me to exempt when as they treat of sin.  
And yet these foule-mouthd'e Cerberi dare howl  
That JESUS Mother is with black sin foul.  
So did not the Archangel GABRIEL sing  
When he from heaven his Embassy did bring.  
But thus began, Hail of thy sex the best  
Store-stouse of grace amongst all women blest.  
The Fathers swim in this Embassage stream,  
Making the Angel's words my praises theme.  
Who dare a note howl contrary to this,  
Sing not as Angel, but with Serpent hiss.  
But though Dog's bark, yet Cynthia keeps her course,  
These Curs may howl, but have no further fource,  
Although these Devils against me conspire,  
Yet am I worshipped of Angels Quire.  
Maugre the Serpent, maugre errors pride,  
In glory's Chariot, I triumphant ride. 
Gne. 4    

These are the Clothes which Satan's children wear  
The marks of Cain which on their fronts they bear  
A deadly hatred and malicious spleen,  
'Gainst JESUS Mother, and the Angel's Queen.  
Such, such are Serpent's offspring, Satan's seed,  
When you encounter them, fly fly with speed.  
Know JESUS love in such can never devil,  
Who of his Mother know not to speak well, 
Tit. 3.   
Avoid their companies, their very breath  
Is dangerous, and can engender death;  
How fatal was the serpent's hissing noise  
When he Eve murdered with his only voice?  
Vild Heretics of worse site sons as ill  
Have of their father learnt with words to kill.  
Heretical assemblies are a school,  
Where Satan sitting on his pestilence stole  
False doctrine teacheth, and with forged tales 
Ps. 1.   
'Gainst me, my Son, and his Saints daily rails.   

But where are pious worshippers of me,  
Assure yourselves there JESUS Church to be.  
Where JOHN'S assemble, there the true Church is,  
If you find one you cannot th'other miss.   

Angels who not partake our speaking art 
The Angels.   
By signs will utter their true meaning heart:  
And say this is that Church, which JESUS built,  
Those very walls he made, the roof he guilt.  
Into this Church all nations enter in  
Where truest Sacrifice is done for sin.  
here shed your tears, here JESUS viceroys sit,  
Who can your sins washed with tears remit.  
judges, to whom JESUS such power hath given 
Mat. 16. Io. 21.   
That what they here do is confirmed in heaven.  
In this Church we (attendants on our King,)  
As JESUS Prelates do the High Mass sing,  
And elevate our mighty Lord on High,  
In sign of Homage on the low earth lie.  
By Quires of Angels are sung joyful lays, 
Luc. 5.   
When sinful souls forsake their wont ways;  
In Penitents conversion shares have we 
Ps. 19   
Our ruins by their risings filled be.  
Of it and those who in this Tempell are,  
Are we protectors, and have special care.  
Whereas those Synagogues, which schism and pride  
Have cobbled up, not Michael doth guide:  
But Lucifer with his black guard attends,  
And brings at last unto disastrous ends.   

Chief Senators of JESUS Common weal  
Th'Apostles in this manner ring a peal.  
That Church which of th'Apostles taketh name,  
Is JESUS Church, we did erect the same.  
Against this Church Hell gates fight, but in vain, 
The Apostles.   
We are the Pillars, who this Church sustain.  
Firm Pillars, and strong firmament of Truth,  
Supporting it, maugre what Satan doth.  
Those Synagogues on Pillars do not stand  
Which wear built up by Magus impious hand,  
By Cerinth Martion, but in Pillars ' turn ',  
Are rotten sticks, which in Hell fire shall burn.  
The houses with them jointly shall decay,  
The houses which these workmen make of Clay.  
Opinions Preaching nothing else but ease,  
Opinions which (prone to ill) nature please.  
Are rotten sticks, when Simon Magus said  
To gain heaven faith sufficient is, he made  
Of rotten sticks a sty for sensual hogs,  
And like to him a Kennel for foul dogs  
Eunomius built, saying that Faith alone  
Can save our soul, though good works we have none.  
Did not novatians build a house of clay,  
Whilst Priests authority they took away?   

A house where carnal libertines shall devil,  
A house which is the Porters lodge of hell. 
Mat. 7.   
No wonder though broad be perditions path,  
For Pilgrims towards Hell it always hath.  
No true Confession of sins in the way, 
Of the Sacrament of Confession.   
No good advice the passengers to stay.  
But in that Church which built by JESUS hands  
On us Apostles as firm Pillars stands.  
JESUS appointed there should always sit  
His Viceroys, and the guilt of sin remit:  
And Christians teach where fiends in ambush lie.  
How they their treacheries and snares shall fly.  
Doctors of Physic, who with wine and oil  
Diseases cure; when Priests from sin assoil 
Luc. 10. Ps. 107. 144.   
They power in oil: God's mercy oil must be,  
Which swimming 'boue his attributes we see.  
Penance by Priests enjoined hath the wines place,  
Which though it smart, yet hath an healing grace.  
His Viceroys, who when sinners go next waie  
To Hell, them by good admonition stay;  
Teach Penitents that such and such a fault  
Their predecessors to perdition brought,  
That such acts are inordinate and fowl,  
Such customs dangerous unto the soul.  
How by good customs they must overcome bad,  
In Ghostly warfare what care must be had,  
So AARON'S Priests judged of the Lepers skin:  
So JESUS Priests judge betwixt sin and sin. 
Levit. 14. Luc. 17.    

In Church which JESUS upon us did raise,  
Such was the use; This even in our days,  
The custom was; JESUS us power gave  
To forgive sins, and we it practised have:  
But where of sins no true remission is,  
Be sure you shall of JESUS tempel miss.  
Of that Church JESUS no foundation laid, 
Io. 20. Mat. 16.   
But schism and pride have the whole building made:   

That Church Apost'like is where-with great care  
Traditions of Apostles observed are. 
Of the traditions of the church   
Things which great JESUS us alone did teach  
To the whole world we afterwards did Preach,  
And though all circumstances are not writ,  
(The Majesty of God not thinking fit  
So to confine himself) yet they're as good  
As if they writ in sacred volume stood,  
And in Religious hearts find as much faith  
Who kow it is as true what JESUS saith,  
As what he writes: so we have Christians taught, 
Baptising of Infants is an apostolic tradition, as also the 40. days fast of Lent and the worshipping of holy Images, according to the 2. General Councel of Nice The Martyrs. The true Catholic Church increaseth by Persecutions.   
That Baptism children frees from ADAM'S fault.  
Inspired by God we ordained Lenten fast,  
Worship of Images in Temples placed.  
These we as JESUS substitutes ordained  
And have in Christ's Church hitherto remained.  
Where these are kept, that Church is JESUS spouse,  
Go in all people, there keeps JESUS house.   

The Martyrs who with death their Crowns did win  
Ring such a peal and call all people in.  
That Church which by sad persecution grows,  
And more it is oppressed by her foes,  
The more increaseth, was by JESUS made,  
JESUS of it the whole foundation laid.  
The Parget which this building makes so good,  
And joins the stones is glorious Martyr's blood:  
When other sects by frowning Caesar's ire,  
Consumed are like dry wood in the fire,  
We as true gold (such is God's heaun'ly might)  
Are purifi'de, and made to shine more bright.  
Who should of Sixtus and his Laurence tell  
If Valerianus had not been so fell:  
Who e'er had heard of brave Sebastian's praise? 
Three hundreth thou sand Martyrs, put to death in the City of Rome. And their▪ Popes.   
Had he not lived in Dioclesian's days.  
Great Rome three hundreth thousand Martyrs shows  
Exposed to beasts, burnt, racked by cruel foes.  
And thirty glorious Popes in order stand,  
Who lost their lives by Persecutors hand.  
(Can all the sects which have been since Christ's days  
Together joined, such a number raise?  
If it be chiefest love our lives to spend,  
(jesus saith so) in service of our friend,  
Was not the charity of romans much? 
joh. 15.   
Whose Massacres for jesus sake were such.  
No wonder eke though Roman ground be good  
A Nilus watered it of Martyr's blood. 
Dioclesi●● & 〈◊〉 〈…〉 an though they pretended satiecie of honours and imperial dignity to be the cause of their resigning the regal state, yet they privately confessed to their nee, rest friends that the true reason was the flourishing and increasing of the Christian church which mage● their tyranny more and more through out the world dilated itself. Act. 8. 10.    

We lost our lives, and yet we won the field,  
And made our bloody persecutors yield,  
Two Kesars vanquished in these bearing fights  
To CONSTANTINE resign their Kingly rights,  
And first a Christian killing hand doth want,  
ere martyrs ready to be ki●d are scant.  
JESUS ordaining that his friends shall gain  
Not by resisting, but by being slain.  
So he himself made Hell, and devils fly,  
When on the CROSS on Golgoth he did die.  
No armour must we bring into the field  
But a sole Buckler, patience is this shield.  
This is enough to gain the promised Crown,  
Sufficient eke to cast Hell's powers down.   

The rising waves, which drown each other bark,  
Lift only from the ground just NOAH'S Ark.  
Though other Cocke-boates perish in the seas,  
Whilst no mild Neptune makes the billows cease,  
Yet when the surges toss Saint PETER'S barge,  
JESUS himself (best Palinure) hath charge.  
JESUS himself great Neptune of the Sea,  
JESUS whom Winds and AeOLVS obey.  
He calms the waves with his all-potent hand,  
And brings our Pinnace to desired land.   

Where is Iouinians Hoy; where Arrius Boat?  
Though furnished with seamen of such note.  
Eusebij, and other learned men  
Rowed in Arrius Boat with tongue and pen:  
Rotten with time their Pinnace water drinks,  
And to the bottom miserably sinks.  
Nor any ship can long against billows stand,  
Which is not built and governed by God's hand.  
Of Aibigenses what doth now remain? 
It is a wonderful thing that the works of Arch heretics, though most learned after some years all perish. The Are 〈…〉 ans Donatists, Nestorians Manicheans and other sects have written books for the establishing of their here tical opinions, and yet none of their works are extant, as if they were subject to that curse S●p. 4. Spu●●a vitulamina non agent altas radices. And verily arch heretics are the first begotten bastards of the Devil, as Policarpus called Martion.   
But that they were by Simon Montford slain.  
Who now for wicked Hus, and Arrius looks,  
Must find them in great JESUS Doctors books.   

But PETER'S ship, wherein did JESUS preach,  
As he the multitude on shore did teach,  
From JESUS days unto our present times  
Hath still made voyages to remote climes.  
And carried Merchants, who not for base gold,  
But death and blows their precious wares have sold.  
Their wares wear charity, true-faith, firme-hope,  
Which they for sorrows and contempts did cope.  
Saint PETER'S ship made voyages to Chine,  
To Iapons Lands which on Sinas join  
To the remote America which shows  
A flower, whereon the name of JESUS grows.  
(Ye gentle heavens smile sweetly on that earth  
So dignified with name of JESUS birth)  
(Thrice happy they, on whose well-watred ground  
The name of JESUS flourishing is found.)  
JESUS sweet odour our stout hats did fill,  
When Tyrants us for JESUS sake did kill.  
To all these Regions PETER'S Pinnace fraught  
With Merchandise, celestial virtues brought,  
And though it laboured hath so many years,  
Yet swift it sails and as new made appears.  
No dangerous syrts, no ship-devouring sands,  
No billows, no perfidious Pirates bands  
Conspiring with damned Ghosts to Hell cast down,  
Are able Peter's well-built Ark to drown.  
Her Pilot JESUS in no tempests fails,  
The holy Ghost filleth with winds her sails:  
That maugre Satan, and his stygian court  
She safe arrives at heaven's desired port.   

Wherhfore that ship, which through all ages hath  
Carried in her the Merchants of true Faith:  
That ship which of spoils from Hell-gained brags,  
And for her streamers hath blest Martyrs flags.  
Is jesus Church (which God like a ship forms  
For 'tis exposed to Seas, to winds, to storms.)  
Of this Boat jesus himself hath the charge,  
(Who seek heaven's Haven come into this barge.)   

Virgins who Laurels wear upon their head,  
Adorn'de with Lilies white, and Roses red. 
A description of Virgins, who to their crown of Virginity, have added the laurel of Martyrdom. Apoc. 14   
(Virginity the Lily white bestows  
A glorious death brings forth the ruddy Rose)  
These Nymphs I say Angelicallie sing,  
And in this sort a holy peal do ring.  
(A peal wherein all numbers friendly meet,  
Virgins alone can sing a song so sweet.)  
These flowers which on our frontes make so fair show  
And smell so sweet in jesus Garden grow.  
Thence Barbara, thence Agnes, did them take,  
And a triumphant Garland of them make.  
jesus Church stands in an Elysian ground,  
Where fragrant Roses are, and Lilies found,  
Where Vestal Virgins have their deserved praise,  
And Martyrs fronts adorn'de are with green Bayss.  
Where good works evermore do fragrant smell,  
Is jesus Garden, jesus there doth devil.  
There îs his bower, there his Summer house, 
Can. 2.   
There jesus sporteth with his lovely spouse.   

Mongst these in English tone sings EBBA slain  
For Chastities defence by the stern Dane,  
With many Nuns, who under her charge were  
(For of a Monastery she had care)  
Offering their Laurels at feet of their King, 
Apoc. 4. jud. 5.   
With Deboraeh of victories they sing.  
Relate my Muse the subject of their song,  
And speak their Crowns gained by Barbarians wrong.   

In Collingham eight hundreth years ago, 
A relation of the glorious Martyrdom of S. Ebba. an. Dom. 870. burnt with her holy Virgins by the Danes for the defence of their Virginity.   
Or thereabouts (as Chronicles do show)  
A holy Cloister stood (is it not strange  
That aftertimes should cause so great a change)  
Than Fathers joyed, when Cloistets had their sons,  
Mothers rejoiced to see their daughter's Nuns.  
And thought their children bestowed wondrous well,  
When they served ' jesus in a quiet Cell.  
They thought when daughter chose a Cloister life,  
That she was matched with jesus for his wife.  
But after-days do better open their eyes,  
And then their Ancestors are grown more wise:  
Our times instructed in a deeper school,  
Have learned to call each age precedent fool,  
And put on their Dad's backs a Motley coat,  
Affirming superstition made them dote,  
But le'ts go on: Ebba was Abbess there  
Many fair Nymphs to her obedient were.  
Many fair Nymphs (though beauty was thought foul  
Which was not grast'e with beauty of the soul.)   

But when our Father's sin (for know that sin  
Oft changeth sceptres, and brings strangers in.  
(So Roderigo's fault brought Mores to Spain) 
Eccles. 10.   
Had made God send to punish Crimes the Dane.  
The Pagan soldier each where spoilt the land,  
No place was free from his all-burning hand,  
No holy Church but was consumed by fire  
No age, no sex could pacify his ire.  
Though no where more the Devil his part played,  
Then whereas piety had houses made  
For holy Nuns, and consecrated wights,  
To spend in divine prayer their days and nights.  
Satan too conscious of the daily maim,  
By these he suffreth, and how they proclaim  
War against his Kingdom: with peculiar spite  
Makes his infernal fiends 'gainst these to fight.  
(Speak Alberstate and Mansfield as you brag  
Of Monasteries spoils, under whose flag  
Your warfare is? Satan will pay you well  
And what wants here you shall receive in Hell.)   

To Collingham the Mansion of our Nuns  
A troop of Pagans came: (Satan these sons  
On Gentilism begat) The house they take  
(For what resistance could poor women make?)  
The Vestments, Chalices, the holy things,  
(Surely my Muse of new-done mischiefs sings.)  
They do profane: when they are full of spoil  
The Nuns (Gods living Temple) they'll defile.   

The Wolf who for long time no food hath eat  
With fiercer appetite seeks not his meat  
As leaving Woods, when night hath chas'de the day,  
He to the Village comes to get his prey,  
And having found either by cries or smells,  
Where harmless flock by care of shepherd dwells.  
About the house he often walketh round,  
Espying where an entrance may be found.  
He oft assays to break into the stall,  
And oft repelled is by the well made brickwall.  
At last by force prevailing he makes waie,  
And in midst rusheth of his wished-for prey.  
At sight of cruel foe the poor sheep quake,  
And although many yet no head dare make.  
(Shall we blame nature who makes stoutest Rams,  
In presence of the Wolf, as meekest Lambs)  
No otherwise the soldiers run about  
Each corner of the Cloister to find out  
These Lambs of God: they burn with wicked flames,  
And nought can quench their fire but sacred Dames.  
They each-where range, no bars can stop their course  
They break the strongest doors with devilish force.  
So see we Humber passing his set bounds  
With waters drown the over-flowed grounds.  
Bridges, and houses which oppose his waie  
He carries with him, nothing can him stay. 
Dan. 13.    

EBBA (now compassed with Susanna's care  
Death or deflowering the Elections are)  
Was to the Church with all her daughters fled  
(With fear the holy Maids were almost dead)  
Daughters, quoth she; and would have spoken more  
When furious Pagans rushing at the door,  
Did make her leave, before she had begun,  
Unto the door some bolder Virgins run,  
And firm it fast, at least it shall keep out 
The Oration made by S. Ebba to her Nuns.   
For some short space the Danes intruding rout.  
EBBA again begins (daughters) quoth she  
To free yourself from Danes lust learn of me;  
What law forbids to use a murdering hand,  
To keep vowd'e faith, the same law doth command  
For beauty's sake Pagans have us in chase,  
In steed of beauty a disfigurd face.  
Our sights shall yield them: as you see me do  
(with that she draws a Knife (Virgins) do you.  
Our bodies hitherto have been kept chaste,  
And unto death shall not this pureness last?  
Our bodies yet are free from foul lusts stain,  
And shall we now be ravished by the Dane.  
Shall we polluted be with Pagan's rape?  
No no first perish this wellpleasing shape.  
With streams of blood w'eele quench unlawful fires,  
With ugly looks w'eele scar vntam'de desires.  
Our spouse is JESUS, faith to him we gave,  
He shall our bodies chaste, though mangled have,  
And though we be exteriorly foul,  
He more will love the beauty of our soul.  
In speech of men Euphrasia alone  
Shall not hereafter live: of us each one  
Shall act that Virgin, and not fear deaths blow  
That to our spouse unspotted we may go.  
Empress of Virgins, of our sex the best,  
To thee we consecreate our snowy breast.  
If any faint do thou stout thoughts inspire,  
JESUS pure Mother, give a noble fire.   

Having said thus, with knife she slits her nose,  
Mangles her cheeks, cuts off her lips, yet shows  
Not the least sign of sorrow (JESUS love  
In her chaste soul all sorrow goes above.)  
The Nuns who in obedience wear exact  
Fellow their Abbess in this worthy fact.  
Their Vizages (o nobly cruel deed!)  
With plenteous streams issuing from wounds do bleed.  
Faces, where beauty dwelled, and every grace,  
Religious Amazons) themselves deface.   

Telling this act shall I a credit find?  
Will men believe such an heroic mind  
Could in so many devil? Could England breed  
So many Actors of so so brave a deed?  
We see Zopirus daughters without Nose  
With mangled Cheeks: the most inhuman foes  
Would pity them, yet they all pity hate,  
(So much they JESUS love and Maiden state)  
Imagine now what a deformed sight  
These Virgins are: whom will not their view fright?  
Let wanton Dane attempt a Nun to kiss,  
For lips a stream of blood he shall not miss.   

What Church of Sectaries a Virgin shows,  
Who slit for Chastities defence her nose?  
Nay they shall Canonize such for a Saint,  
Who doth not herself for an husband paint.  
If Teeth, if Nose, if Face have the least fault,  
New Teeth, new Nose, new Face, shall straight be bought.  
If Teeth, if Nose, if Face can be for gold,  
At Painter's shop, or Apothecaries sold.  
(So unlike is, so different the fire  
Of Sions daughters, and the Girls of Tyre.   

The inra'gde soldiers bolted out so long  
Breaking the Doors into the Tempel throng,  
And every one, not knowing what was done,  
Run furiously to seize upon a Nun:  
But as they see their mangled faces bleed,  
They stand amazed at the horrid deed.  
The Captain of the sacrilegious band,  
Thinking this Act was done by a strange hand,  
Despairing eke to cool his impure flames,  
By his Gods swears, who had misus de the Dames  
Should die the Death, for Venus' sports were made  
(Quoth he) these faces: not by cruel blade  
To be disfigur'de. Then did EBBA speak.  
Tyrant on us thy savage fury wreak.  
We have offended, if offence it be,  
By body's maim to set the body free.  
And in my Corpse first sheth your naked blades,  
Whose counsel and example made these maids  
Perform this deed, which following times shall tell,  
And praise them to the heavens for doing well.  
Convert your swords on me, t'was I, t'was I,  
Who counsel gave and courage; let me die,   

This leader had no porsena's brave spirit,  
Who when the Roman maids in dead of night  
Guided by Claelia down Tiber swam,  
And safely to their sieged City camme, 
Lucretia, so generally commended for killing herself is much reprehended by S. Austen in his first book de Civit. Dei.   
Astonished at the Heroic act  
Did praise, and Crown the Virgins for the fact.   

But these Barbarians, in whose savage breast,  
Not the least true nobility did rest  
Enraged, that the attempt of these chaste Dames  
Had quenched quite their ignominious flames,  
With Hellish fury, and Erynnis filled,  
Whom they did loath to violate, they killed:  
And turning wicked lust to d'uilish ire  
They set the Cloister with the Nuns on fire.   

O happy Virgins, burning with your house  
You offer holocausts unto your spouse 
Margarit Middleton Promartir of her sex in the last revolution. Cornelius' 〈◊〉 Lapide of the Society of jesus, a man famous for his profound knowledge in holy Scrip tures and languages makes honourable mention of her amongst the most glorious Martyrs of the Primative Church in his Commentaries upon Gen. cap. 1. I have here also made mention of her at the urgent request of a worthy personage in these parts, who though a stranger to our Country, yet is singularly devoted to our coum try woman this holy Martyr.   
To keep your bodies incorrupt you die,  
And with pure souls to high Olympus fly,  
Where with your JESUS you in glory reign,  
Who for your faith to JESUS have been slain.  
Let not fame blazon more Lucretia's name,  
Who as she suffered had a deed of shame,  
With cruel blade her harmless self did kill,  
And on her corpses reveng'de another's ill.  
Had she before the act with whetted knife  
Sundered in two the gold thread of her life,  
We would have given her a chaste Matron's praise.  
And wiser times her monuments should raise.   

As to the Doctors, I now take my waie,  
Her sex and times first Martyr bids me stay,  
Whose glorious death did ring so loud a knell,  
That it hath made e'en learned strangers tell  
How a rich MARCARIT in this our time,  
Adorns our (from the world divided) climb,  
Whose Laurel with such fragrant flowers graced  
Amongst the stoutest Champions hath her placed.  
If Vincent, Menas of the true Church be  
Like cause, like virtue rings that so is she.   

The holy Fathers who had wit at will,  
And with a Pen made of an Eagles Quill,  
Divinely writ for JESUS common weal,  
To Martyrs next ring in this sort a peal.  
Where Doctors teach of admirable wit,  
In every science deeply learned, yet  
As was their Master JESUS, humble, know,  
There JESUS dwells: into that Temple go.  
We of our Father's mysteries did learn,  
And when we would faiths Articles discern,  
For fear of our great Master to be shent,  
Like Children we unto our Mother went  
And although we 'boue other men did soar  
Yet did we listen to the Church's lore,  
Knowing that truth was promised unto it,  
But private men may err for all their wit.   

Yea these wise men in wrangling fashion chime,  
And make complaints against some of our time,  
Who pulling them from heaven where they do dwell,  
Rank them with Heretics condemned in hell,  
Saying that they did teach the same with those  
To whose opinions they were always foes.   

Saint JEROME yet is full of holy Gall,  
And who say so, he Heretics doth call. 
The Doctors and holy Fathere of the Catho like church Humility a special sign of the Catholic Church: and it is worthy to be observed, that the greatest Doctors, & most learned in the Catholic Church have been most humble.   
Have I quoth he so laboured with my Quill,  
To fence a City built upon a Hill.  
Have I so many Virgins taught to tread  
The Counsels path, and to perfection lead,  
And must I now be reccond'e amongst swine  
Who nothing holy have nothing Divine?  
Who more than I against jovinian writ  
And must I now'mongst his Disciples sit?  
By me just honours wear to Relics given  
And do I now contemn the same in heaun?   

Saint Austen wonders men can so much strain 
S. Norbert an apostolic man sounder of the order of Praemonstratenses, by his holy labours, he freed Antwerp from the heresy of Tanchelinus. His white order hath heretofore much flourished in our Country. Fifty Orders in the Church of God, observe the rule written by 〈◊〉. Austen.   
His Orthodoxal sentences, and fain  
That he whilst in our Region he did devil  
Held such opinions which he hates as hell.  
What Church I was of, quoth he who will know  
Unto the Rule writ by me let him go.  
In that I counsels of perfection give,  
And teach a life which I myself did live.  
This as to Great Norbertus I appear  
(Antwerp's Apostle) in my hands I bear  
And promise that my rule observed well  
His Canons shall secure from fear of Hell  
When JESUS shall to stricter judgement come  
And as they have deserved give souls their doom.  
No less than fifty holy Orders stand  
Observant of this rule writ by my hand.   

Daily fresh wreaths adorn my glories crown  
As I behold (from high heaven looking down  
My English Daughters keep with holy care  
Those statutes which by me ordained wear.  
They piously observe what I have writ  
For Nuns and solitary livers fit.  
These Virgins never call this or that mine  
But always use this phrase, what's mine is thine  
(As long ago in the Apostles time,  
When Christian fervour was in chiefest prime,)  
From Mother's knowledge the least thing to hide,  
They think a trespass for which Achan d'ide. 
jos. 7.   
Each Virgin JESUS for her husband hath,  
To whom she keeps infallibly her faith,  
Betwixt Great JESUS and each holy Nun 
Of the English Nuns of S. Monica, in-lovaine, living under the holy rule of S. Austen The three Vows. 1. Povertie. 2. Chastity 3. Obedience. The acts and exercise of a religious life.   
As she is vested fiances are done  
The Matrimonial knot is t'ide when she  
Voweth obedient, chaste and poor to be.  
Heaven is the chamber, wheare in joyful bliss  
This holy marriage consummated is.   

Then their superiors they do know no will,  
For they abjured have their own, as ill.  
They Angels wings have, when they should obey,  
And forthwith fly if Mother once do say:  
At midnight they (for sometime) leave their Cell  
And come to Church called thither by a Bell:  
Where they do pray whilst worldly people sleep,  
And Vigils with the watching Angels keep.  
When flesh against the spirit entereth field  
With prayers and fasting they make the flesh yield.  
They oft are guests at that Celestial board,  
Which JESUS hath with his own body stored.  
There are they strengthened with heavenly grace,  
Their ghostly enemies away to chase.  
If the least spot contaminate their soul,  
Confession doth expiate what is foul,  
I taught these Maids to tread the milken path,  
Their Church is mine, as theirs so was my faith.   

Shall we descend from heaven to our earth's frame,  
From earth to hell, and demand of the same?  
What tune it rings, what battles have been fought  
Betwixt light and darkness, betwixt good, and naught  
jews Pagan's Turks, our Region, low Hell  
And all the Damned ghosts who therein devil,  
Shall ring that they against that Church spit their spleen,  
Which in my verses is described seen.  
'Gainst PETER'S seat, against the Church of Rome  
Did Heresy in battle array come.  
Great Behemoth that Monstrous ox did dream 
job.   
To swallow up delightful Iordans stream.  
But PETER (cunning Fisherman) with hook  
Out of the sea Leviathan hath taken.  
Chiefly by PETER'S heavenly guided arm 
job. 16.   
jews, Pagans, heretics have received harm.  
Still PETER doth in his successor fight,  
And triumph over gates of horrid night.  
Therefore of Stygian fiends the hate is great  
Which they to PETER bear, and PETER'S seat.  
But JESUS doth make e'un Tipheus pride  
To show this Church so hated is his bride.  
Thus God, Christ, MARIE, Angels, Saints, Earth, Hell  
jointly concur to make our Church a Bell. 
Of the buil dear of the church    

It remains only now we should declare,  
Of this fair building who the workmen are.  
The chiefest Architect who guides them all  
And gives directions how they labour shall  
Is JESUS self: he did devose the frame,  
And learns the craftsmen how to work the same.  
Best workemaister, for he when ends the day, 
Mat. 22.   
With glory's penny doth the workmen pay.  
Now you must know there dwells in JESUS heart 
Col. 2.   
The fullness of each science, and each art.  
With great election he his choice doth make  
And of a multitude some few stones take.  
And those of which he means his Church to build,  
He useth curiously with love to gild.   

And by the way observe there can be none  
Fit for the building, but a foursquare stone.  
A figure richly gracd', no fortunes frown  
No Cross, no misery can cast it down:  
And therefore NOAH foursquare wood did take,  
Thereof his all-containing Ark to make.  
And Sions City as no Hellish storm 
Apoc. 21.   
Can it annoy, is built in this same form.   

In every stone he doth four virtues carve 
A description of the four Cardinal virtues. Temperance.   
Assisting man lest he from reason swerve:  
He maketh temperance sit in pleasures wain,  
Kerbing the sensual jades with a strong rain.  
Teaching amidst a world of sugared sweets  
To take no more than what with reason meets.  
Next Fortitude whom dangers cannot quail, 
Fortitude.   
Nor unexpected casualties make pale.  
This virtue of mean men createth Kings,  
Whilst it excites them to attempt great things.  
justice whose fair integrity is known  
In dealing out to every man is own. 
justice.   
She holds a balance which is always true,  
And weighs to God, ourself, our friend what's due.   

He lastly prudence carves, of the four best 
Prudence.   
As being sole directrix of the rest.  
This Lady rides by Fortitude her side  
And tells her, as 'tis folly and rash pride  
In death's occasions wilfully to run:  
So is it craven cowardice to shun  
All dangers, where renown and lasting fame  
May purchased be, though pale death buy the same.   

And you Swashbucklers of our English stage,  
Think you discretion is your valour's page?  
Or well eyed prudence doth your courage guide? 
The folly & unlawfulnesse of single come bats.   
When for mere toys you brabble, quarrel, chide;  
Nay for just nothing, lesser than a straw  
You'll challenge to the field, and weapons draw.  
Tell me what reasons more can you allege?  
Then that such would not in the Tavern pledge  
Your woman's health, or drunk gave you the lie,  
Therefore God dam you if he do not die:  
Forthwith you send him the length of your sword,  
And fight you will, unless he eat his word.  
You challenge others, for they took the brickwall?  
Such worthy motives are for which you brawl:  
Say you have suffered wrong, right you it well?  
In going soul and body unto Hell.  
Who truly valiant are, will only fight  
When as the cause, for which they jar is right,  
And also weighty, then with them along  
They justice take, and so revenge a wrong:  
To fight for trifles, and with private hand  
To right himself: Can this with justice stand?   

How odious are Duellums in God's sight,  
Speak holy Church, which to prevent this fight, 
The holy Council of Trent. sess. 25. c. 19 Excommunicateth both fighters in single come bats as also the beholders.   
And from such folly terrify fond man,  
striketh it with all the thunderbolts she can  
Denying to their bodies Christian grave  
Whose souls in hell choose sepulchres to have.  
But you a refuge have by manhoods law  
To save your credit you are forced to draw:  
Men would deemeyou a dunghill Cock, a Cow,  
Should you put up such wrong therefore you vow  
You'll die a thousand deaths yea to hell go  
Rather than you will blot your honour so.  
Why you are challenged and the worle would think  
Should you not meet him that for fear you shrink.  
Hark my wiseman, what is the world? a fool.  
Never read lesson in true wisdoms school;  
God, Saints, yea wisemen see with better sight,  
'tis Bedlam folly in this sort to fight.  
Now take your spectacles, chose which you'll wear,  
The true fool's coat, or have fools think you fear.   

Prudence instructeth tem'prance when to use  
Delights and pleasures, when them to refuse.  
Who knows not that the Dogs who live by Nile,  
Are taught by dangers to make hast the while  
They drink the stream, for Crocodiles do lie  
Under the waters, wherefore they must fly:  
Urged by necessity they needs must drink,  
But Caution bids them only lap the brink.  
Man is composed after such a sort  
That he must sometimes pleasures have and sport,  
Our Constitution is of such a mould,  
That without some delights we cannot hold.  
But 'tis a truth that pleasures though they smile  
As dangerous are as Crocodiles of Nile:  
Who then will harms shun be his prudence such,  
That he drink not of pleasures waters much.  
Let him not long at delights fountain stay,  
But having sipped, let him make hast away.   

Imagine now what a most goodly show  
These stones do make plast'e in an ordered row.  
Bishops, Priests, Deacons, Cloister keepers, Nuns,  
And married folk, who fill the world with sons.  
To all these doth our wisest JESUS Preach,  
And how they should maintain their puesto teach,  
He bids withal the workmen to have care,  
That they do place each stone in that rank, where  
It ought to stand: his calling must make fit  
For the row every stone where they set it.  
Let not affection put stones here or there,  
When the chief workman would have them else where  
Oh when the Architects observe not this,  
Disastrous ends ' cry something was amiss.  
A cruel Lion the poor Prophet slays, 
3. Reg. 13.   
Whilst with fond tales him Bethels wizard stays.  
Our JESUS is his Father's wisest Son, 
Sap. 8.   
And performs sweetly what he will have done.   

He every one adviseth there to stand  
As he was plact' by the chief workman's hand.  
If high keep there, if on the Temple's side  
Remain he there, if low, there let him bide.  
Let not the ear, and hand desire to see  
Nor where the head is the foot ask to be:  
Oh how securely had Christ's people slept;  
If every man this order well had kept?  
Did not Byzantium set the Church on fire?  
Whilst her proud Prelate laboured to be higher  
Than God ordained? And in our Northern line  
A stone was placed which as a star did shine,  
But falling from that rank wherein he stood,  
He wallowed with the Hog in sensual Mud. 
Apoc. 12.   
Me thinks I see the Dragon once more fall,  
And with his beastly tail from heavens high hall  
Many fair star pull down: Priests my Muse means  
Whom he made Marry, nay for wives take queans:  
So he their Lucifer before had done,  
When for his Paramour he took a Nun.   

JESUS such cunning his Apostles taught  
That with great praise their Masterpiece they wrought:  
But amongst all who chiefly doth excel  
Is learned PAUL, he bears away the Bell;  
Whether we count his labours which are most 
1. Cor. 15.   
Or curious work, none like to him can boast.  
We talk of Sages who have run about  
The world to find a little knowledge out.  
So Plato and Pythagoras have done,  
Who for Art's sake was burnt by Indian Sun.  
Plato unto Gymnosophists durst go  
That he their abstruse mysteries might know.  
Was there a land in that age to us known,  
Whether PAUL went not to fetch wood and stone?  
Arabia, Greekeland, Lands, Asia, Rome  
Of his great industry to witness come.  
What arr, what labour shows he in his work  
As he fits pieces for our JESUS Kirke,  
And for the stones which in this Church have place  
Are living stones, (the life is Faith and Grace.)  
He never thinks that he hath done his part,  
If JESUS name be not writ in each heart.   

I'll travel where the oriental Sun 
S. Xaverius conuerted above three hundreth thousand Infidels to the faith of Christ.   
With fiery jades doth his carreire first run,  
And fetching XAVER, place him with great PAUL  
Since in so many things, yea almost all  
Alike they are: before Great states and Kings  
Great JESUS name this chosen vessel brings.  
Of conquered Sergius did PAUL get his name?  
Let conquered japon augment FRANCIS fame.  
When in our world, France, Portugal, Spain, Rome  
He gathered had of stones an endless some,  
He goes, where first Aurora looketh red,  
(Blushing to think on her Tithonus bed)  
There he plays PETER, and into the doors  
Of JESUS Church lets many thousand Moors.  
We will hereafter from that speech refrain  
Who a More washeth laboureth in vain. 
A paraenetical apostrophe to the married and schismatik Churchmen of the greek Church.   
How augments he our building as for it,  
Three hundreth thousand stones he maketh fit?   

Ye pamp'red Chaplains, who in downy beds,  
Betwixt your Lemen arms repose your heads:  
Darkness infernal Monarch doth not fear  
That you to Indies JESUS name shall bear.  
He knows your Paramours, with whom you sleep  
From such a warfare you at home will keep:  
His Kingdom is secure these Sirens charms  
From hurting him enfeeble shall your arms.  
You are with Hannibal in Capys town,  
And Citrie Dames shall take your courage down:  
Though heavens again the Giants troops should dread  
Vulcan can make no bolts in Venus' bed.   

Against God himself sin and hell a stir keep  
Whilst you with your fair Citherea's sleep.  
up, up you sluggards from your slumber rise,  
Frame bolts on Virtues Anuil in such wise,  
As may befitt jove from Olympus' Hill  
To fling, and with them Tellus offspring kill.  
Now you make wooden daggers, leaden swords,  
Whilst your life is not answ'ring to your words:  
The bullets which you shoot are made of clay,  
Whilst you yourselves perform not what you say:  
Nor are they tempered with that heavenly heat  
Which in sole Zion hath his proper seat, 
Act. 2.   
And to one house alone by gift of heaven  
In days long since of Pentecost was given.  
Thence with Prometheus fetch this divine flame  
From private spirit such fire never came.  
Tisiphone or some more Hellish Ghost  
Gives them wild fire, who of this spirit boast. 
jerem. 16.    

God promised he would Fisher men provide  
Who should in PETER'S boat each time and tide  
With Nets and Angles in fresh streams, and brooks  
In the salt sea, in arms, in creeks, in crooks  
A Fishing go (men's souls the fishes be  
Of these at once PETER caught fifty three. 
Io. 21.   
God promised he would likewise huntsmen give  
Who should the hills, the vales where beasts do live:  
The Rocks, the holes, yea every uncouth nook  
To find their game with great industry look,   

Are you these Fishermen? then know much fish  
Is in West Indies: PETER could not wish  
Genesareth more plenteous: thither go,  
And make those Pagans JESUS belief know.  
There's game enough; in every stream, each brook  
You may take Fish either with net or hook.   

Are you these huntsmen than go seek your game,  
In Mogor, java you shall find the same.  
Do we believe amiss? then to us come,  
Tell us of CHRIST'S faith what is the true sum.  
Do you fear death? tush that is nothing, know.  
That JESUS faith by Martyrdoms must grow.  
Oh burnt your souls with Charity's true zeal!  
You would dilate your JESUS common weal:  
You'd not expect game should fall in your mouth  
But you would go to East, West, North, and South  
As huntsmen after souls, and every where  
To JESUS holy service Churches rear.   

But am I frantic? as I persuade those  
Of the same City to be mutual foes.  
Schism, error, paganism together devil  
They all are Citizen of the same Hell. 
Mat. 12.   
Those Kingdoms ruinated soon we see  
Where civil enmities and factions be  
Wherhfore that long hell's common wealth may stand,  
You will not budge a foot out of your land.  
Let those who will to farthest Indies go  
You warmly sleep, and mean to keep you so  
So did your Ancestors, and 'tis a sin  
For you new fangled customs to begin. 
Never any conversions of Nations have been performed by heretics.    

Tell me in histories can it be shown  
That sects to JESUS Chutch have brought a stone?  
O had you heavenly fire within your breast  
Surely it would not there confined rest.  
T'would make you leave base earth and mount on high  
And with zeals wings to distant regions fly.  
There to communicate this heaunly flame  
And burn all hearts with love of JESUS name.  
So did this aemulatour of great PAUL  
Fly with seraphic wings 'bout the world's ball.  
And in each land his JESUS trophies raise,  
Teaching all nations to sing JESUS praise.  
So before him many a zealous son  
Of Bennet, Francis, Dominick have done.  
Men for such actions fit: of single lives  
Not cumbered with cloak-bags called Wife's.   

In this fair building not the meanest hand,  
Hast thou dear youth, who by the CROSS didst stand  
At JESUS death, and loved above all other,  
Wert there Created Son of JESUS Mother. 
Io. 19   
When we see JESUS Church with gold so shine,  
we'll say th'embroidery work was chiefly thine.  
To love thou dost the hearts of mortals move  
Thy Edicts command nothing else but love.  
In life love is thy song, at hour of death  
With a love song, thou yieldest up thy breath.  
With Charity thou guildest every stone  
In golden words persuading every one,  
To play a JESUS in the loving art, 
Ep.   
And think each neighbour must be as thou wert  
Chiefly beloved, each man a JESUS be,  
And love his brother as CHRIST loved thee.   

here we behold a troop of English men, 
Io. 13.   
Who with their labours, and industrious Pen  
Build JESUS Church; so BONIFACIUS taught  
Germane our Faith, and to Christ's Temple brought.  
And we will WILLEBRORD who first of all  
Made Frisons Christians, their Apostle call  
Both appertaining to Cassinos Mount  
Whose Catalogue such numberless can count.  
Cassinos Mount a second horse of Troie,  
Bringing forth worthies Hell's town to destroy.  
Cassineos Mount a Trojan horse where dwell  
Heroes who sack not Ilium but Hell.  
Saint BENNET was the Chiron who first taught  
And these Pelides to perfection brought.)   

Mongst these JOHN LIDGAT stands, of special note,  
Crowned with green bays & clothed with the same coat  
As I see him with others our Church build,  
I am with joy and admiration filled.  
I will approach the Man, and of him ask,  
How he came thither, who gave him a task  
Being a Poet, full of wand'ring fires,  
To work amongst these venerable fires  
For I (fond man) made hitherto a count  
That Poets went not passed the forked Mount:  
But since they climb up Sions sacred Hill;  
I care not much if I make verses still.   

O yes quoth LIDGATE, for though now a days,  
The Crown of glory, and Apollo's bays  
So seldom meet. whilst Poet's suit their times,  
After the wanton humour of the times,  
Yet former ages oftentimes have seen  
Our Christian Prophets decked with Laurel green  
Ascend Olympus Mount: where their chaste lays  
Rewarded are with glories glittering rays,  
And Poets brows with Laurels Crowned are,  
(King DAVID (Poets Phoebus) hath this care:  
So is Sidonius Crowned, Prudence who writ  
Things worthy of Apollo full of wit.  
Prosper, Sedulius, who the nine have taught  
When they sing hymns to blush as Maidens ought.   

Leaving this worthy Man, and thousand more,  
Of the same Coat whom time makes us pass o'er.  
We come to Rochester, who lost his head  
For not allowing HENRIES lawless bed.   

Art's treasury, chief darling of the nine,  
Historian, Poet, Orator, Divine.  
Linguist Philosopher, Statesman to King:  
Best husband, Father, what not? every thing. 
Sir Thomas More   
If thou art grave we see a Cato sit,  
If merry, flows the Quintessence of wit:  
Renowned MORE, Colleague in FISHER'S Crown,  
Whom no adversity, no HARRY'S Frown  
Can make approve what JESUS thinks not good,  
Whose Church thou buildest as thou sheddest thy blood.   

Grave POLE her child, whom true Relligions' sake  
A MARGARITE in JESUS Church doth make.  
Whom doth not BRISTOL with his writings move?  
Who doth not REIGNOLDS for his brave wit love?  
Industrious HARPSFEILD, whose laborious Quill  
Doth with Church Records our Musaeum fill.  
What SANDERS merits in this building be,  
By his conspicuous Monarchy we see.  
And shall we forget STAPILTON who goes  
Armed Capapea against JESUS foes,  
How doth he rouse the Boar out of his den,  
And strike him dead with a well-guided Pen?  
We must believe when we his writings read,  
Saint HIEROME whilst he lived was not dead.   

And thou my London's CAMPION, who at once  
To our Foundation bringest thy ten stones,  
Never dost think thy reasons fully good,  
Till they be written with a Martyr's blood.   

Illustrious ALAN of more honoured note,  
For thy great labours, than the Purple Coat  
And Scarlet Hat, which SIMON PETER'S heir  
Did cause thee for thy worthy acts to wear.  
Chief Architect, best workman of thy days,  
As thou thy Doway Monument dost raise,  
Thou found'st a quarry which fair stones shall yield,  
Whereof our JESUS will his Temple build.  
And when we see thy Children stones make fit,  
We say that ALAN lives, and labours yet.   

GIFFORD first Peer of France: of special note  
Was thy great virtue, when Saint BENET'S Coat,  
Thou didst put on: as thou the world dost scorn  
With flying it, thou dost much more adorn 
Mat. 5.   
Thy worthy self: A candle must not bide  
Under a Bushel; Cloisters cannot hide  
Thy virtues lustre: mighty Princes see  
Thy talents, and on Candlestick place thee:  
Where like the glorious Sun thou givest light,  
Expelling with bright rays the shade of night.   

Well on thy head (BISHOP) doth Mitre sit  
Thy labours for our Church have made it fit.  
Happy thrice happy would our England be  
If all the Prelates wear like unto thee.  
But since we see our dearest Country blest  
With such a BISHOP, we will hope the rest.  
Whilst KELLISON each bvilder's work doth view,  
He shows who have the false Church, who the true.  
Sound WRIT in man's large volume deeply read,  
Preparing guests for JESUS mystic bread.  
Doth not our CHAMPNEY the true Prelate Crown,  
Whilst he casts from their throne usurpers down?  
SMYTH a true Goldsmith balances doth hold▪  
With which he weigheth dross, and weighty gold.  
(The gold makes my new builded Tempel fine  
With the Dross Satan's Synagogues do shine,)  
His balance eke all sorts of money weighs.  
The Counterfeit (such is rife now a days)  
Of Copper coined is, which very low  
In an beretique mine called Hell doth grow,  
Satan chief coiner is, but he all naught  
Archheretikes this Cos'ning art hath taught.  
Who having stamped Christ's picture on their Coin,  
And with the scriptures making their brass shine:  
They vow and swear (so impudently bold  
Are they) because it glisters 'tis true gold.  
Many they do deceive, and would do more  
As Smyth is, wear there not of goldsmith's store.   

When they discovered are by JESUS Law,  
(Some punishing others to keep in awe)  
On Pillaries as Cozeners they stand,  
Where whilst ignoble shame their fronts doth brand  
They lose their ears, for lost they not each ear,  
It is impossible but they should hear  
An Oecumenick Council, where all wise,  
And learned of the world make loudest cries.  
Aemonian Boreas when as he doth rage  
And war against Neptune's vast Kingdom wage  
Making the waves one against another fight,  
And with contention foaming turn all white,  
No, not great jove, when with his thundering noise  
He shakes our Machine, hath a louder voice.  
Then Fathers thus assembled when they smite  
With their Anathemas these sons of night.  
Yet is't not wonderful? more deaf are they  
Then Fish which swim in bottom of the sea.  
(Waves of this world, of Pride, of Schism, of Sin,  
Stop close their ears, and let no noise come in.   

More deaf than Fusius was, whom when he played  
Afflicted Hecuba the woeful Maid  
Polyxena ordained for an host,  
To satisfy Achilles angry Ghost.  
With hollows, clamours, scrickings, loudest cries  
Could not make him from his deep slumber rise.  
Doctors, Church, Fathers hollow every where,  
Archheretikes are deaf, and will not hear.   

Ingenious FLOOD, whose breast the nine did hire  
Long since; thereof to make their Muse's choir:  
Thy breast, the mansion of each grace, each art,  
Thy breast th'attractive gainer of each heart,  
True Israelite without unfaithful guiles  
Without Pelasgian arts, and Sinon's wiles.  
In virtue thou art first, though some may go  
In policies beyond thee, so we know  
The children of this world have quicker sight  
In the supplanting art, than Sons of light.  
Thou art Achilles, and at Babel town  
Able to kill Thersites with thy frown.  
Art thou the Man, whose Pen again made right,  
That stone which from his due place fell down quite  
Spalatoes' Prelate? when high Cedars fail,  
Shall not their ruin make less shrubs look pale.  
None eke despair, mercy for sins to find  
When JESUS is to such a trespass kind.   

Go forward worthy man, and with thy quill,  
The Boar which rooteth JESUS garden, kill:  
Go forward worthy man and with thy wit  
Writ such brave works, as have not yet been writ.  
Who see this Poem, jointly let them see  
That I do love, yea own myself to thee.  
Into the greater Flood so less Brooks run  
From whence at first their Origen begun. 
An Apostrophe to the clergy labouring in England.    

Ye learned Esdrae, who from Foreign lands,  
Returning build Christ's Church with pious hands,  
Prosper in this your work, again repair  
Decayed Zion, aed make it more fair  
Than t'was before, let true faith sustain all,  
The roof be Charity; firm Hope the brickwall,  
As JUDAS cleanse our Church; and in the same 
Agge. 2. 〈◊〉. Mac. 4. 2. Paral. 36.   
Each where advance great JESUS Cross and name.  
With CYRUS Gods anointed you have grace,  
Your ATTAXERXES grants a breathing space,  
Giving out Edicts in his royal name,  
That none dare let the inchoated frame. 
2. Esd. 2.   
The pleased heavens promise a lasting peace,  
And Sanaballats from molesting cease.  
Esteem this gracious favour therefore such,  
Because your Queen can do with King so much.   

There founder's of Religious orders sweated,  
Their diligence is much, their labour great:  
For JESUS them commands with cunning hand  
To fit those pieces which in chief place stand.  
The stones they hew when as they are too rough,  
They plain the wood, when 'tis not smooth enough.  
We Christian Candour may the plane well call  
With which they make what is uneven fall.  
The Hammer which the rugged stones doth smite,  
Is a sharp tool of abnegation hight.   

And first my Muse of glorious BENET count,  
Who climbing up Cassinos lofty mount, 
Of some principal Orders of Religion.   
Hew'de many stones by JESUS so much grac'de,  
That they in Temples very top were placed.  
Religious scholars of great Benet's school  
For many hundreth years the Church did rule.  
How many thousands of the selfsame coat,  
In Zions' Choir chant Alleluias' note?   

And blessed FRANCIS who above the rest,  
In that grace shinest which of all is best,  
Humility: when I do think of thee,  
I must recall what JESUS hath for me.  
And my sins suffered: thy marked body shows  
JESUS five wounds caused by so many blows.  
Waste not enough that thou didst draw so near  
To JESUS in thy soul, but thou must bear  
His likeness in thy limbs? in feet hands side  
Must JESUS holy characters be spied?  
Because thy heart with JESUS love abounds,  
Therefore in thy blessed flesh are JESUS wounds,  
And not alone from plenty of the heart.  
Thy mouth speaks JESUS, but eke every part. 
Luc. 6.    

Some as they see the work which thou hast wrought  
And view; the stones, which by thy labour brought  
Increase the building, make a jest, and say  
Without a fool there cannot be a play.  
They think thee foolish, who thy riches store  
Didst give away, and afterwards live poor.  
And it is true a fool blessed man thou wert,  
And now thy holy sons play the fool's part.  
But he who what is folly knoweth best  
What wisdom, as he preacheth doth not jest.  
That who are fools in the world's purblind eyes, 
1. Cor. 3.   
In Gods best seeing sight are truly wise.   

And if we rightly censure he's a sot  
Who judgeth that for good which good is not.  
How many do we see, who are all ill  
Have riches, honours, pleasures at their will?  
When good are poor (if there can good men be  
In this vild world where most men bade we see,  
Therefore Antiquity makes Plutus blind,  
Because he seldom honest men can find  
To pleasure with his dross: the very same  
As to the good jove sendeth him falls lame.  
But when he's bid to wicked men repair,  
He puts on wings, and flieth in the air.  
In our great JESUS was all wisdom's store,  
Yet did he live contemned here and poor.  
What pleasures had he? whom he loved best  
His Mother and Apostles ne'er could rest  
Always in troubles; of all men thought worst  
Despised, neglected, suffering hunger, thirst,  
Clothed poorly, entertained with scoffs, with quips.  
Esteemed seducers, dangerous; beat whith whips.  
Surely if worldly men the right way go  
JESUS would not have let his friends live so.   

Further great Saint, though thy sons appear base, 
Innocentins the 3. saw in vision, S Fran cis holding up the Lateran Church, by which vision God would de monstrat, the benefit which the Catho like church by the pious labours of this holy man, and his of spring in aftertimes received.   
This very baseness doth the temple grace.  
The stones are rough, which undermost of all  
Support the building that it do not fall.  
Such stones in vision that great Prelate saw  
Who gave allowance to thy stricter law.  
In the world is variety of things,  
All cannot Kesars be and mighty Kings.  
All are not persons fit for Prince's court.  
There must be some who are of meaner sort:  
Some must to Indies go, some in shops stand  
There must be countrymen to plough the land.  
Yet this so much variety of place  
Not only must be, but eke gives a grace.  
Neither are riches equally to all  
Out dealt; some are whom wealth men we call.  
Others are poor, what then? there's no less art  
In representing well the poor man's part.  
Then in the acting of a King or Duke  
Wisemen what part is played not so much look,  
As how 'tis done: you will grant JESUS wise  
Yet he played Codrus in a poor man's guise.  
Codrus he acted and in beggar's weed  
To save his people willingly did bleed.  
(Happy who chose with JESUS to be poor,  
And with their Master beg from door to door.  
Happy thrice happy such: this is my note;  
Though the world laugh, and forth with say I dote)  
Our JESUS knew if he should keep his state,  
No malice would praeoccupate his fate.  
No Priests would for him thirty pence out tell  
No judas would his sovereign so cheap sell.  
Wherhfore he makes himself with Codrus poor  
And by his death doth man to life restore.  
FRANCIS expressed the poor man's person to  
Which he of JESUS learned so to do,  
That when the dram with his life did expire  
A clap was given by God and Angel's choir.   

And thou, though last, yet not LOIOLA lest  
As dainty junkets at end of a feast,  
So now the world is old and almost past,  
Thou dost invite and please our Christian taste:  
When with thee in thy banner thou dost bring  
The name of JESUS our all conquering King.  
Blest such true Sons, who in their heart and flag  
Have JESUS writ, and with their Father brag  
Not in fame's shadow, sumptuous buildings, dross,  
But only in their JESUS name and CROSS.   

What hath Semiramis obtained the Crown, 
Of Orders of Religious women in the Catholic Church.   
And shows Magnificence in Babel's town?  
Or do the Amazons for ILION'S sake  
By Argives ransaked a new Troie make?   

Hath Dido as she sees Sichaeus dead  
Into hit Africa from Pygmalion fled.  
Where she imploies the treasure of her Purse,  
In the erecting of a stately burse.  
Our chief Priest JESUS through false treason dies,  
From second Nuptials his Eliza flies.   

MARTHA the weeping MARY'S sister fled  
First in this manner a Pygmalion's bed.  
And with her folk coming to Marsiles shore,  
Of living stones gathered a royal store  
To build a Church, where rightly should be done,  
Best victim to her Gods eternal son.  
These stones were Virgins, Chrysolithes' them name,  
For they refined were in true love's flame.   

A troop of royal dames to labour fall,  
Some the foundation, some build up the brickwall:  
Most of the Company ascend above,  
And deck the highest roof with golden love.  
As in a summer month we often see  
The hives frequented by the busy Bee,  
Some go from home, some come back to the Hive,  
Each pretty soul as Emulous doth strive  
Who shall do most? the drones and who are slack  
As they approach, are from the hive beat back:  
Some to bring up the young ones have a care,  
Some to unburden those who loaden are  
Whilst none are idle, none spend ill their time,  
The honeyed house smells redolent with thyme.   

In this Parthenian troop none idle stand,  
But to the labour each one puts her hand,  
And bring well-tasting honey to the hives,  
(Their actions honey are sucked from Saints lives)  
On flow'res of Saints brave deeds these Virgin's rest,  
And by praire. feeding suck out, what is best.  
They learn of DOMINICK and KATRINE zeal  
To prey and labour for their neighbour's weal.  
Of FRANCIS they humility do learn,  
Of CLARE how to themselves they shallbe stern,  
And full of sweet they come back to their home  
Where they the honey make and honey comb.  
All full of lovely sweet, amongst them all  
Not one converseth who hath the least gall.   

That JESUS Church never hath shades of night,  
But a perpetual and constant light,  
Thereof we must ascribe not the least part  
To these Bees and their honey making art.  
These Maiden Bees a Virgin wax do work  
Of which are Candles made for JESUS Kirke.  
Their lives are Torches, from whence light is gi'un,  
Which as men see they praise the God of heaven, 
Mat 5.   
MARCELIA, FABIA, PAULA and her child  
EUSTOCHIUM in such work were never toiled.  
(EUSTOCHIUM natures wonder in whose breast,  
Most arts, all virtues, chiefest tongues did rest)   

We thee (SCHOLASTICA) amongst the first  
Behold a Roman CLAeLIA, who durst  
Be author to thy high descended Dames,  
How they shall eternize their royal names.  
When thy Eduina sprung of English Kings  
Unto our Temple a rich Saphyr brings, 
Of the religion's women of Saint Benet's order.   
we'll say by her oblation may be seen  
Although she spurn'da Crown, she was a Queen.  
Of many Hildas, Rictruds could we tell,  
By thee instructed in religious Cell  
To offer amethysts whose virtues rare  
Against intemperance approved are.   

Of well tuned voices to make up a Choir,  
We will not go with JEREMY, and hire 
The Choir of our Church.   
Lamenting women, who shall NENIAS sing,  
For good JOSIAS death their slaughtered King.  
Thy English Nymphs (Great Saint) shall never fail 
jerem. 9   
By day, by night their JESUS death to wail.  
They shall in streets of Adradremon moan, 
Zach. 12.   
And in the black fields of Mageddo groan.  
They shall fill Adadremmon with said cries,  
Because JOSIAS in Mageddo dies. 
S. Gregory a Monk of S. Bennets order and afterward Pope for his great zeal and labours in the conversion of our country styled the Apostle of Enland, he ordained the manner of singing, which is still retained in the Church, & of him call led Cantus Gregorianus.    

Great GREGORY procurer of our bliss  
The Quires chief Master, and director is.  
Though Pope, yet for his Father BENET'S sake  
He for his sister's holy songs will make,  
And though the ditties with their tunes are plain,  
Yet there is Majesty in en'ry strain:  
Yea though death's songs resound in every place,  
Yet shall this sorrow give the Music grace.  
And men shall argue as their ravished ear,  
Such pleasant strains of Melody doth hear:  
Whether on Organs once more Angels play,  
Whilst many Cecilies' together pray.  
Or else the Nine leaving their forked hill,  
Our lower Orb with Harmony do fill.   

Here also we behold barefooted CLARE.  
Her Damsels eke though noble barefoot are:  
I dispute with myself what shall be done,  
By these so royal Ladies without shoes.  
Doth it by JESUS will to their lot fall,  
To prepare Mortar for the Church's brickwall?  
Yes sure, CLARE was a Mortar treading Dame,  
The Mortar was riches, base pleasures, fame,  
To trample on such Mortar CLARE did use,  
This was the reason why she wore no shoes:  
And that trash with whose love the world doth burn,  
Her chaster offspring with their feet do spurn.  
Do we not see whilst these such Mortar tread, 
Gen. 3.   
The woman bruising the old serpent's head.   

JESUS to FRANCIS, he to CLARE did Preach,  
And all of poverty a lesson teach.  
She learns her Nuns in spirit to be poor  
And then what nature asks to use no more.  
Nay the strict laws of poverty are such  
That oftentimes it must not have so much.  
For where sufficient is, nothing doth want,  
'tis certain that there Poverty is scant.  
Where transitory things abundant are,  
There we do want true daughters of poor CLARE.  
Each Nun must be familiar with these four  
Daughters of poverty all Christened poor.  
Poor fare, poor Clothes, poor lodging, and poor Cell.  
Let her not think herself in health, not well,  
Unless to these four sisters whom her God  
So much esteems, she join herself the odd.   

TERESA glory of now-dearest Spain  
Top of Carmelus, smoothing with thy Plane,  
What rugged is: each sex thou makest new  
Whilst thou dost both with abnegation hue,  
Surely blessed Nymph, ELIAS will not grieve,  
If in his order we a share thee give.  
Nor can his children justly make complaint,  
As JESUS gives a Canonised Saint:  
So when the troops of JABIN conquered are  
BARACH and JAHELS' wife the glory share.  
'tis true, foiled Sisara from BARACH fled,  
Yet JAHELS' wife the nail struck on the head.  
The great ELIAS put self-love to flight, 
jud. 5.   
Thou with thy perfect rule dost kill him quite.  
In MOSES law what only was in chase,  
Is fully vanquished in the law of grace.   

Sure ZEUXIS had much choice, who when he was,  
To paint Jove's sister as a beauteous las,  
A thousand Virgins had of feature rare,  
Limbs equally compacted, faces fair  
Presented to his view, that every part  
Which was most eminent by his great art  
He might express; one Virgin gold thread wears  
In tresses place: he draws her golden heirs.  
He paints another's forehead high yet plain  
There Venus might make sport, and juno reign:  
And curiouflie observeth all their eyes  
As wanton Cupid up and down them flies;  
And where the Boy is waggish, yet in awe  
Of Mother's presence, he that eye doth draw.  
He makes a nose rise like a marble tower,  
He eyes too lips in which as in a bower  
Fragrant with Roses delight loved to devil  
(Roses they were for colour and for smell)  
He draws the Colour with his pencil right,  
To give the smell exceeds his Pencils might.  
Ears as Bee-hives he makes; though no Bee there  
(For Bees with stings might the beholders fear)  
(But in the pattern may be there ware some,  
For how should honey else in the hives come?)  
Yet two rich pearls (and they showed wondrous well)  
Did hang as Clappers at each silver Bell.  
A dimple graced much a Lady's chin  
Drawing that part he put the dimple in  
A Nymph as her the painter much doth view,  
Dieth her cheeks with a Vermilion hue,  
Those cheeks which by that blushing got much grace,  
He blushing paints, and so makes up his face.  
Like to the face all parts down to the feet,  
In handsomeness and just proportion meet.  
To which he could no more perfection give,  
Unless his cunning had made all to live.  
But had Prometheus given heatc to this Dame ',  
We should again have hear of Paris flame,  
And once more Phrygians through Sicilians ire,  
Should have done penance with their City's fire.   

Surely when blest TERESA did devose  
The model of her work, before her eyes  
God set each order, as a beauteous Dame  
That what in each was perfect, in her frame  
She might express, with every order stands  
JESUS great self, the work of whose blessed hands  
Each order is. TERESA on him looks  
His words her lessons are, his deeds her books.  
She marks that he doth do far more than say  
When he commands, he leads himself the waie.  
Therefore to Nuns she Preacheth with her acts,  
And teacheth not so much by words as facts.   

As she her life in writings forth doth bring,  
With Xenophon she feigneth not a King,  
But in herself truly expresseth how,  
A votary is bound to keep her vow.  
If Virtues fullness any where doth want,  
'tis where the humble virtue made her scant.   

As she each order views, a grave sweet Choir,  
From one she learns, though charity's best fire  
Descend from heaven: yet she observes the care  
Another hath by means of mental prayer  
To keep it in: This prayer must serve the turn,  
And in her Virgin's breasts make love's fire burn.  
And without this Religion is night,  
This must to each act give a cheerful light.  
Her Nuns must oft retire unto their Cell,  
And there reflect, how idly or how well  
They have spent precious time: how that or this  
They may amend: when it is done amiss.  
When in obeying they are slow, when halt,  
What motives, and what means to mend this fault.  
Terrene propensions do keep down their soul,  
Some blemishes their purity make foul.  
Here meditation makes them mount on high  
And to the top of all perfection fly,  
To wash their sins in JESUS cleansing blood  
And bathe their errors in a weeping flood.   

Of him whose rare discretion is seen  
In inward motions, the four virtues Queen  
Prudence she learns, this doth direct her Quill,  
Whilst she her Papers doth with precepts fill:  
She teacheth hers to meditate on sins,  
And Heli; as complacence of good begins  
To puff them up; again when fears cast down 
Purity of● intention.   
To ponder Gods great mercy, and heaven's crown.  
She hamm'reth much on this, doth this much Preach,  
How unto God alone their love must reach.  
They fear love, honour must, and serve their God  
For himself only, not for fear of rod,  
Which punisheth transgressors, not for lust  
Of those sweet meats, wherewith he feeds the just.  
She teacheth them, although on earth they devil  
To build within their souls an heavenly Cell.  
(The Saints their God in the heavens always find,  
God dwelleth in a recollected mind.)   

Man's body is not made of iron or stone  
As our soul is not flesh, so 'tis not bone.  
Fond dissolution doth the spirit spill  
Too much attention doth the whole man kill.  
Wherhfore of approou'de Orders she doth take  
Each best thing, and a tempered medley make.  
In MOSES law Gods people showed their love, 
Levit. 5. Luc. 2. jerem. 8.   
In sacrificing of a Turtle Dove.  
A bird which doth due hours and seasons know,  
And at fit times unto her home doth go.  
Her daughters offer Turtles when they spend  
In pious mirth the hour, which for that end  
Their rule appoints, nor is their wont fire  
With this made less, but rather flieth higher.  
As sacred birds they mutually do move  
Each other by such conference to love.  
They offer Turtles when they leave to speak,  
For fear they should commanded silence break.  
Then they go home, I mean unto their Cell  
Where in reflection of past talk they devil.   

She was instructed in great JESUS school  
In such a sort to mitigate her rule.  
That the most tender may its rigour bide,  
And yet the strong complexion may be tried.  
The flesh with too much pampering is too bold,  
With too much curbing long it cannot hold:  
She doth not unto this or that side lean  
But ever treadeth in the golden means.  
No wonder then, though JESUS mother will  
Make her chief mansion in white Carmel hill:  
No wonder eke though in our JESUS time  
So many Nymphs the top of Carmel climb.   

Thus (mighty Princes) we a Church have built  
e'en from the ground our walls reared, the roof guilt▪  
With lamp enlight'ned it, with Pictures graced  
(Your ancestors) firm Pillars in it placed.  
And set on top thereof a loud voiced Bell  
Which shall hereafter times and ages tell  
Whose Church it is: the Priest, the Host (God's Son)  
What Sacramental rites in it are done)  
We have described, and added a sweet Choir,  
Given eke unto our workmen their due hire  
A grateful memory:) all which at first  
We for your royal sakes begun, and durst  
Go forwards in the inchoated frame,  
Till we had fully perfited the same:  
Wherhfore in justice giving all their due,  
Our Church and Architect belongs to you.  
To you belongs the whole, to you each stone,  
Accept then, and protect what is your own.   

God Kings for fathers to his Church will give  
For Nurse's Queens: our Church begins to live, 
Esai. 49.   
It is a Babe, in England newly borne  
You royal couple shall not think it scorn  
To play the Nurses: Mighty CHARLES make fit  
Such nutriment, which shall give strength to it:  
Be thou our DAVID, who when a Bear came 
1. Reg. 16.   
And from the flock did bear away a Lamb  
With Monster's death redeem'de the sheep let Bear:  
Let ravenous Boar thy Princely power fear,  
Yea let the Dragon in the Desert wild  
Not dare for fear of thee approach our Child. 
Apoc. 12.   
Fair Nymph may our Babe in thy bosom rest,  
May it suck milk, yea Nectar from thy breast,  
If Agags race dare threat the Infant harm,  
Shield and support it with thy Princely arm.   

And you good times make haste, ye moments run:  
If ever, now 'tis requisite the sun  
Should take Post-horse, and gallop to that sign  
In whose conjuncture ALBION shall join  
With Hesperie, and in perpetual bands  
Of Amity unite two glorious lands.  
Our CHARLES like unto whom the world hath none,  
Shall take a MARIE the world's only one,  
And jointly with their Hymenaean bed  
England and Spain eternally shall wed.   
FINIS.    

Faults escaped in the Printing.  
Pag. 5. for Gates of eternal might. Read Gates of eternal night. pag. 8. for with errors to invest. Read with errors to infest. pag. 18. Best Martyrs blood, Read blest martyrs blood. pag. 37. in the Margin for Pius Turcae quam Papistae. Read Prius Turcae quam Papistae. Pag. 47. for Are which your chief friends filled, read are with your chiefe friends filled. pag. 49. for must gaze read must graze. pag. 80. for Promartyr. read Protomartyr.